[ On Poetry ] Strange Fire

 
I know how
I am going to write these poems
 
just biding time here
waiting for their inspirations to happen
during the moment when
Future becomes Present
 
sometimes reflecting on the Past
how he was certain my
unfinished
book would be published
then went on to describe
a scene in particular
to the best of his paranormal abilities
as concerning strange fire
 
which was pretty fucking amazing
considering
I never shared this story with anyone
 
Twenty-something years later
I sometimes think about that psychic
about that novel I tried writing
how it was never published
because I never finished  
the damned thing
 
Not that I could anyhow
due to the only copy of it
being utterly destroyed
in a word processor malfunction
 
nor am I of the desire to resurrect it
having abandoned long fiction ago
 
Or is that fiction long ago?
 
Nevermind
I've since moved on to writing
more condensed stories
 
currently working on getting
a book of poetry published
 
which at the present moment
is only twenty percent complete
 
but this time around?
I will be finishing the project
I am certain it will be published
 
I believe in myself
 
Although
 
it doesn't hurt
that a handful of poems in particular
through no conscious planning of my own
coincidentally are about
fires started under strange circumstances