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[ SK ] When Inspiration Knocks
I preferred my sailing ship in a wine bottle
floating aimless to destinations unknown
carried by Fate's wind
at drunken captain's behest
as he yelled to behemoths below
bellowing up through the froth,
Thar she blows!
only to have personally ended up
( far too often )
a sunken wreck in a piss washed gutter
cigarette butt put out in a beach sized ashtray
or
planted face down
in the lawn of a wealthy estate;
owner obviously more talented
ambitious
or
who the fuck knows
perhaps was born into money
If only I
could tap into a rich skein of poetry
woven into the tapestry of our lives
by the seamstress aware of a bigger picture
most of us remain oblivious to ...
... but I'm not that talented
or ambitious
and it's been a long fucking time
since I was even inspired
Being sober has left me tired
in a way that can only be described as
having drained batteries
While here you are
amped up and wired
ready to charge
through the mystery haunting your woods
with only a shovel
and determination never witnessed before
as if you were
possessed
inebriated with mad alien genius
at your writing desk scribbling schematics
for inventions easing everyone's daily burdens
freeing up time enough in the day to actually live!
the lives we've always desired
compelled
to disturb metallic dragons in hibernation
lumbering monstrosities not of this island Earth
slumbering in dreams insidiously vicious
Only this coffer you are unearthing
is filled with empty promises
nothing more to offer for your troubles
And the key to unlocking it?
is being dangled over the jaws of Ahab's whale
eager to swallow Humanity whole
likewise along with your soul
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