It's been about 25 years since this first flowed from pen to paper. It's from a very bizarre period of my writing - it was a "confessional" time when there were other very real things that suggested a need for confession (I don't share those poems), but I, instead, often wrote confessional poems that didn't reflect my life (those would come later). Like many other of my writings, it is not autobiographical, but holds a place in my heart. It is the final poem of my compilation, "Littered Emotional Landscape", that was released to a very limited audience many years ago.
I've reworked it a few times throughout the years, but it hasn't changed dramatically from the original writing.
This is "Memories of Shit", and I hope you enjoy reading it!