with a hellish mess of originality!
she don’t care, that my own estimation
is droopy, my slip showing, nah, she’s
howling and I’m returning her “favor”
***** you’re my ruination,appearing
regularly around 3:00am, with three
or more poems for me to store, as if
the world awaits my/our awakening,
muse gaslighting, trolling my brain!*
she replies:
“they come sad and easy, fed to me
in spaghetti string lines, forkfuls
of stanzas, wicked, which I lace
upon your lips for easy retrieving,
reliving them gloriously here on HP
Of course, if you prefer this woman
can disappear, like a rolling stone,
plenty new aborning poets, lyricists,
crying out for inspiration, satisfaction,
how about an adieu, bye to my how-de-do?”
she got me by my spectacles, knowing I’d
take her haunting just to write a single word,
all my own, even if took ten years long; laughing
at me, saying “you’re not the first to make that deal”
so if you see creations from a [email protected],
it ain’t me babe, just another man who sold his everything,
for a passing hallelujah, or worse, even a finale selah...
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC