Not Your Average Masterpiece

NOT YOUR AVERAGE MASTERPIECE

The stack of unsigned autographs was never used

because a lifetime of writing deceptive fluff

has never seemed to be enough

to earn pagan residuals,

so I turned my soul towards nostalgic amnesia.

With reluctant confidence I embraced the need

to drain my brain of all needless whimsical weeds,

lowering the heights my muse sought,

like the rational delusions

of thinking frivolous phrases were amusing.

Purged were contemplating artificial plastics,

being uniquely abundant and liquid dust,

clean mud and the defrocked mantis,

white coal and goose fur among us.

Gone were the provable gods and debated halves.

Banned were the adopted flesh and our own planned past,

ear lint, heavy lightness and foreign clarity.

What remained was the silent noise

that redefined creative joy,

allowing me to write my minor masterpiece.

Reviews

[Muse]

Inspiration for art and writing often come from the most unlikely sources. You can take away the paintbrush, but if there's a divine will to create, alternative medium will be encompassed. But when there's no Muse to be found...there sadly is no substitute for silence.

[Willys Watson]

Thank you. I've always embraced my muses and my more whimsical muse inspired this nonsensical, oxymoron verse.