The Waste Basket
by Mel Thompson
Imagine T. S. Eliot being alive in this century and writing Wasteland and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in today's Northern California. My reinventions of those poems seek to both stylistically imitate and also ideologically diverge from Eliot's work. Making no claim to equal the great author, I self-depreciatingly named this send-up "The Waste Basket."