Monday, July 24, 2006

Writing Under The Influence

The poem I write
on this hairy night
with words that need bathing, and
rotted teeth trailing their soul
to the grave of this lonely page,
is a dirge for the poor reader
who endures this verse;
inspiration’s lying on the floor,
passed out drunk feeling sorry
for never getting laid
by any hot-babe lines.

16 comments:

Nick Zegarac said...

Well, your disgust and painful rejection seem fully acknowledged in this piece. So what's a smelly old geezer with no teeth to do? Thankfully, the reality is that you'll never know. Poetically speaking - this is one bit of nasty contemplation - it leaves its stain of reflection behind for further contemplation.

Aurora said...

Shall I get the pot of coffee?

Anonymous said...

Sorrowful thoughts trail toward you in Atlanta. Yet my gut says this is a turning point for Pat. Hopefully this is only a poem teasing my heart strings and not a real defeat by a fellow poet. In any case, blessings.

Don Iannone

polona said...

i felt really bad reading this one... hope this is just a poetic outlet...
anyway, take care, pat!

Nea said...

You do leave us wondering? Is this a "mirror" piece, a contemplation piece, an observation piece. All three?

Well poetry shouldn't be explained, it is for us to decide. But if you were embalming yourself, I should think it will be another 24 hours before you will be sitting up straight without a headache....

Pat Paulk said...

Apparently this writer totally missed the mark with this. My muse has left me scrapping the bottom of the barrel for words with any teeth in them the last few days. Eat up with "writer's block looking for some "hot-babe" lines. Thanks for the concerned comments!!

MB said...

Oh, this had me laughing hard... trusting, of course, that you'll bounce back soon enough with some "hot-babe" lines. I think we all hit the bottom of the barrel some days... and others, we plunge right through the bottom to mine the motherlode... yes?

Here's to your muse... as mischievous as mine, evidently! May she cast her line to you soon, oh fish, giving you the hook you need. ;-)

samuru999 said...

You are funny!
Enjoyed this a lot.

Joyce said...

Interesting images!

Russell Ragsdale said...

How can anything as old as a muse be so determinedly capricious and young seeming with our poor poetic lives. We need gratification, so you have the right to cheat on your muse from time to time. We're only human, after all.

Brave words for a guy who's scatologically scarred his muse will overhear this!

floots said...

hot-babe lines
said it so well for me
and captures the desirable
and elusive quality
of those "right" words
(some of the rest seemed a bit familiar to me though) :)
good one

Lady Wordsmith said...

love Love Love! your fini:

... feeling sorry
for never getting laid
by any hot-babe lines.

bre said...

Nicely put...I do like the use of "hot-babe"...Hopefully your muse will be back soon.

Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

I am trying to imagine now what those hot-babe lines might look like...

boulies said...

Pehaps you muse just got fed up with the heat is looking to for a vacation place to cool off. Don't worry, she'll be back. The world is HOT right now. There's no place to go but home.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks everyone, my muse and I are least talking again. She's just hard to deal with when she gets drunk.