“Skunk”
driving down country
roads and i catch the
aroma of a poor dead
skunk, an unmistakable
odor that instantly
takes me back to my
younger, wilder times
when days and nights
were spent giggling at
things that may or
may not have been
funny and Taco Bell
runs were the order
of the day, the great
Jimi Hendrix jamming out
the soundtrack of my life
Ah reminiscing…
Nice poem!
Thanks, man! 
Man, you’re really good at poetry! We have skunks and Taco Bell here also.
Thanks @Loke! Glad you like it.
Do you have a collection of poems? Why not try to publish them?
I self-published a book of poetry like six or seven years ago. One copy exists and i gave it to a friend of mine. I have an awful lot of poems in multiple notebooks. I might think about doing something with them at some point. The good thing is i save my poems now. I used to have a habit of destroying them. I had like five binders with a hundred poems each at one point. Oh well.
I took a freelance writing class years ago. I used to know how to find a publisher but don’t know now.
I write because it’s how i express my experience and who i am. I don’t have much expectation of selling much of my stuff, although that would be cool. Nobody really makes a living writing poetry. Most poets have other jobs, i think, teaching or something. That’s what i heard, anyways.
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