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How Terrible It Must Be to Be a Muse

the pianerpaintist

artist with a soft smile for sunwinged birds

even if he says they're duller than crows

ravens clamor in his desk drawers,

(but finches at the windows)

he knows

 

cliche or not there's beauty in a rose

or a skyscraperline on the horizon

something shiny and alive

and easy to keep eyes on

when you're sitting on a bathroom floor

with yourself

trying to be born with Eels in your ears

and all the world asleep or dying

or shuddering with you

 

i wish the world was girl+(boy+city)

no care of cliches or crows

but it can't be, he knows

 

i know

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Aug 3, 2012
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