|AUTUMN flavors .com||The
first season of
SEASON OF FOURS
|"Dark haunting poetry... is Coyote okay?"|
My house was a huge A-Frame lodge next to Bonita Studios.
It was cool. Huge pine tree out my second-story balconey added a Vail, Colorado flavor to my environment.
I kept a legal pad screwed to my door so that anyone could leave me a message.
It was late. Real late.
I was buzzed.
I remember thinking to myself, 'you're buzzed.'
I picked up the pen hanging on my door to it's affixed string -- and began writing the poem, "Insecticide Soup." It just flowed out. No pun intended.
When I tried to figure out where the hell this dark poem about the end of the world came from -- I discovered how my poetry reflected my life.
As I reached the next level of each stage of my maturity, I am compelled to want to go back and 'improve' or edit my writing from my NEW IMPROVED ABILITIES.
However, I decided to let my poems represent the phases of my life, my immaturities and my insights.
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|Autumn Flavours = Season #1 of SEASON OF FOURS|