March Prompt #8
90% of everything is crap.
Crumpling works for poems and stories and manuscripts,
for drawings and lighter paintings, too, perhaps.
Crumpling and tossing, with a flourish, into the basket,
and missing sometimes, so that the floor
is dramatically, artistically strewn. Later,
one’s lover can retrieve a piece, smooth
it out and say, “Why, this is genius!”
and the rest is history.
Burning is excellent. Oh, the notebooks and canvases
crackling in flame while one cackles
and takes long swigs from a bottle of red wine!
Bonfires are best. Small fires on the edge
of the driveway arose the suspicions of neighbors.
Is there genius feeding the fire?
Who knows? Who cares?
One can always claim that, in after years.