I wrote a poem in January for a girl. We went on a date and it was horrible. She wouldn’t stop talking about her ex. I decided not to give her the poem. When I left her house, I sat down in my car and tore the thing in half. But I kept it. I couldn’t bring myself to toss it out the window.
I’m glad I kept it. I altered the poem from it’s original form. I made it into something new. It’s a like a collage. I’ve cut out lines from the original and re-assembled it. Like Frankenstein’s monster. I’ve kept the title, though. It’s from the first four lines of William Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence”. I figured that if I ever get a tattoo, it’ll probably be of a poem and the poem’ll probably be these four lines.
To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild FlowerHold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour-William Blake
I’ve posted the new poem below:

What I’ve learned is that you shouldn’t toss out your art. Keep it on your shelf and come back to it some day in the future. Make it new. Art ought not go to waste.