Poem: My Back Pages

There are folders filled with thousands of poems, and I mean thousands and I dare not look at them.

Composed between 1990 and 1994 – but to say ‘composed’ is going a little far.

Hacked out, coughed up, farted in the general direction of a typewriter.

Prolific is an insult.

At the very least it’s an understatement.

I carried these pages from one town to anoth…