About a month and a half ago, I wrote two poems that were good ones. They came really easily, didn't require too much editing, and made me very happy. As punishment, the universe has since then plagued me with duds. They're okay. There are a few good lines. Some slightly comical moments. But they're not even good enough to be B-sides.
My bff and first reader has suggested cannibalizing some of these duds to make a Frankenstein. I've done that in the past, and it worked. But which ones to tear apart, and where to stitch the legs on?
I guess we couldn't have real knockout, powerhouse poems without writing the occasional unfocused, meandering poem with a shower curtain and lawn sprinklers in it. But it's hard knowing how to value work that isn't right on (not to mention the poems that are right on, but that always get passed up by editors, who sometimes like the duds better).
So I pose this question: what is your relationship with your lesser poems? Where do you house them? Do you get out the defibrillator and try to shock them back to life? Do they end up being your best poems after all? Do they wind up in the poetry shithouse?
I keep promising that the next poem I write will be an important one. Hopefully it will not be about moustaches.