Poem: The Method and The Madness

I’ll tell you how I come up with these poems,

since you never asked.

It’s guesswork framed

by some memory that almost happened, or it’s the toned-down reimagining of an ugly truth.

I’ll start with something real – then imagine how it might have ended.

Or I’ll drift towards a truth, by inventing  some sort of nearly-plausible scenario,

Often deeply prosaic, re…