Wednesday, February 05, 2014
6:02 PM
I am beginning to hate the words I write
I can kill a poem with my Hades touch
and a nasty form
of self-rejection
I eat their hearts and
spit them out
rhymes are the most detestable
I thought I loved them
as my own children but
these hands gave birth to nothing
I brought nothing to life
I simply cannot ignite one
single creative spark
while the bats are bustling
around in the belfry
while this demon is inside me
breaking my body
What a darkling this one is becoming
but it dies in utero
I am no more than a wantwit
creating a masterpiece pratfall
after pratfall and not artistically done
because no one's told me to
give up the ghost yet
These arcanum verses are not so
they mean what they say
and they mean nothing
I will eat
and bury them
together