Muse

Ice cold poison

     dripping down my lip

In the heat of Los Angeles County Summer

Oh that the poison were quicker

     and more direct

Poison describes every thought

     and every censor of my thought

Does any of this evoke the shade

     of Walt Whitman?

It doesn't.

I am more dead

     than a dead poet who inspires me

 

 

[This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.]

     

 

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

Wow, this was definitely a random poem! It kind of revelled in it's randomness. Haha, I actually really like this, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is that I like about it...I like the feeling of this poem, and the way in which one line flows to the next, which flows to the next, and so on...Like a chain of thoughts.
The lines that hit me the most were: 'Poison describes every thought and every censor of my thought' and 'I am more dead than a dead poet who inspires me'.
A very well-written and enjoyable read! Kudos to you,
~PaperHearts

[Legion]

I simply adore those last two lines the most. This is a great piece about the muse or lack of one. Well done.

[Nick Granger]

Yes, it is random.
I take pleasure in your
enjoyment of the final line.

[V. Lucien Maier]

hum the poem is a bit random, I was going to jsut pass by without comment. but the line
I am more dead
than a dead poet who inspires me
That is a very good line.