I grew up on Stone Temple Pilots and when Scott Weiland died a few years ago, it made me sad. He, obviously, had a troubled life and couldn’t conquer addiction. I loved their music and he had a great voice. I had an idea for a tribute poem; it may be trite, but it sums up my 20s with titles and lyrics from STP.
The dogs do find me, Smell on the street
Make my way to collapse at your feet
And as I lay my troubled head
Vasoline on plain, white bread