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Inspiration

“All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

If I had a brand new fountain pen
and a fresh bouquet of pencils,
perhaps I could reclaim my words
from my fallen writing utensils.

I might start writing the unknown thing,
now just an infusorial quiver;
it’s hidden just below the surface
rippling in this dammed mental river.

If the paper before me was ivory
and free from stray creases and marks,
perhaps a sudden inspiration would come;
perhaps I could summon some sparks.

Yet to make a word come alive,
to make a whole line iridescent —
’tis the challenge within these words,
to heal this poet convalescent.

This incurable disease in my head —
writer’s block with which I’m afflicted —
allows no room for words; instead, it
keeps my inspiration constricted.

The frustrated scribbling on paper
is all my resistant brain will allow;
forming somewhat coherent rhyme is
a task of not here and not now.

I’ve stared at the words for too long now
for this to be anything but a game.
“Soul ship” — what the hell does it mean?
Thanks for the fucking writing prompt, James.

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I feel

I feel

I feel
solitary with
My
writing
I turn to
a blank sheet, and type:
I
reach a steady rhythm
a
rising moun-
tain of words
literary
luxury

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Dead Skin

You can’t see her tattoos, but they’re there. The vivid ink on her chest, hips and legs somebody’s covered them up in a simple black dress with accompanying lace around the neck. If you really wanted to see them, you could glance at her V-shaped neckline and see a hit of some black ink on her chest above her breasts, but you probably won’t peek. So they’re my little secret; only I know what’s hidden there.

Her first tattoo, the one everyone can see,  is curled around her right arm, a simple, elegant floral vine of black roses and thorns draping  around her elbow and up her forearm to resemble a creeping ivy wall on an old brick building. It’s faded now. The  sunlight and weight loss and razor blades have taken away some of its initial luster. It looks greyer than ever against her own grey skin.

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