today
reading Edna Millay
and Berryman, of course and Wang Wei.
let’s find a bluish muse my baby
oh yes we need the inspiration
the quiet Chinese forest,
anxious american words so well prettied
and screeds against ennui
these three explode together
these three combine so fine-ly
shall i create a shambling devil pulling my soul
or yet describe –
– that night in jail i could not
believe how much stupidity existed and so smoked another nail –
– describe the perfect description in musical words
Homer found Ulysses and also rhythm
what or who will i find in the seeking of a dragon muse
in the future – ha ha, i shall implore my soul
in missives to the dragon, follow my lead here
my dear.
(little rhymes are for Christof the spoken poet).
