Posted on 30 April 2008 by MysticWino
Killing the Inner Critic
You can’t do that!
I hear far back in my head.
Poetry is serious stuff!
It is my voice, when I’m dry.
You must be deliberate!
Best ignored.
Where’s your rhyme scheme?
Can’t speak—only scream.
No wonder nobody’ll publish you!
Narrow and hostile, too.
Poetry doesn’t work like that!
Protective of something sacred.
Don’t you have [...]
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Posted on 29 April 2008 by MysticWino
Libidinous Liberty
Some called him rogue, others less courteous
names. Some compared him to Don Juan,
others Don Juan to him. Wine, women,
song and the never-ending beauty of roses
he thought were the sole lusts of life.
The hunt is not for the kill, but for the hunt.
He delighted in catching, but only having
fully experienced the luscious, heady
drunkenness of the [...]
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Posted on 28 April 2008 by MysticWino
More than I Can Chew
Ever my tendency
to set too high
arbitrary bars
to challenge myself
to excel—myself
I walk in Sisyphus’ footsteps
walk in Sisyphus’ footsteps
in Sisyphus’ footsteps
Sisyphus’ footsteps
footsteps
steps
It comes to this—
one
step
at
a
time . . .
Journey of a thousand miles
one
step
at
a
time
Eat an elephant
one bite at a time
lest it be
more than I can chew.
And this bottle
is the best [...]
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Posted on 26 November 2007 by MysticWino
It is Merely Flesh
Do you imagine it to hurt? Do you
imagine that blood stings like tears? In cuts
one inflicts within his own flesh, some true
crime drives guilt clean. Control is all that shuts
off the swell of anger; pain must out! Ruts
we all live in smell of graves without doors,
death a crouching craven lurks—his muts
claw at [...]
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Posted on 8 November 2007 by MysticWino
Dicks on Dancers
Auden made a comment once
about all readers being
like little boys who draw
mustaches on ladies in posters
They say that the difference
between men and boys
is the price of their toys
but it also resides
in the magnitude of subterfuge
and vandalism
Matisse had strange ideas:
in his portrayal of a bacchanal
The Dance is danced by naked
humans sans sex organs
I thought [...]
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