Driving out the muse
Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:25 pm
Alone
5 minutes
at a time—
I can only scream
so long
and
pass out
for lack of
escape: creative
asphyxiation.
But I wake
to the nymph
prancing
in the
chambers
of my mind.
Again.
Set tea
to boil
heal sore
throat scream
“Scram”
at her again
till
voice fades
and face
cracks.
Again.
After
a while,
too much tea—
red pen in
hand and
rage set in
clenched
teeth
I
stab
wildly
at her.
Sadist,
siren,
sycophant
she stays still,
smiling.
“I knew you
had it in you.”
Watch wasted
blood
spill
and splatter:
floor and walls.
“Write me,” she
says, moaning
in faked pains.
“And let me die.”
Bested.
I pierce the jugular
fountain
and write her
out as a blood borne
pathos.
Back
before
I even finish
her off.
She is
insatiable
and I
can’t
seem to
drive her
out.
5 minutes
at a time—
I can only scream
so long
and
pass out
for lack of
escape: creative
asphyxiation.
But I wake
to the nymph
prancing
in the
chambers
of my mind.
Again.
Set tea
to boil
heal sore
throat scream
“Scram”
at her again
till
voice fades
and face
cracks.
Again.
After
a while,
too much tea—
red pen in
hand and
rage set in
clenched
teeth
I
stab
wildly
at her.
Sadist,
siren,
sycophant
she stays still,
smiling.
“I knew you
had it in you.”
Watch wasted
blood
spill
and splatter:
floor and walls.
“Write me,” she
says, moaning
in faked pains.
“And let me die.”
Bested.
I pierce the jugular
fountain
and write her
out as a blood borne
pathos.
Back
before
I even finish
her off.
She is
insatiable
and I
can’t
seem to
drive her
out.