MUSE OF DESPAIR
for Jill
like the greatest writers, I understand:
sorrow is a joy for itself,
that one would experience such a loss
of something so great
as to cause pain.
despair is my muse,
suicide the wings to my words;
depression is an inspiration
while my pen flies across the Moleskin page.
they are not my experiences to claim,
just fascinations:
rape, ridicule, torture and torment,
society’s shames and my sparks of author’s fire.
brush lives with me, and you will find me bright,
happy, in want of a fine pint of Mac & Jack’s
and a good word or ten.
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