Inspiration

A gory and graphic poem, “Inspiration” personifies an abstract concept in a grotesque manner. Originally written in May of 2020.

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Inspiration—

She comes and

Goes on walks.

She searches and hunts

For ideas.

I sit waiting

On my bed,

Notebook open

To an empty page.

I am ready

For Inspiration

To come back.

It’s funny,

What she does!

She strikes live ideas

With speed and precision

Right out of the air!

She grabs them

By their necks,

Then drags them

To the ground.

When she’s back,

She sets the idea

Down on my bed,

As would an outdoor cat!

I take the idea,

Tear open its skin—

The top layer is no good.

I smear its insides

All over the page

Until the guts run out.

Looking back to the page

I see the guts writhing,

Rearranging into a poem.

A poem,

Written with

The guts

Of an idea,

My favorite type of ink.

I take a bone

From the idea,

And pick at

The drying ink

Until I am satisfied

With the final product.

I show my poem to Inspiration,

She’s in awe at the beauty.

She flips the page,

Expecting more,

But finds it empty.

Gasping, she sprints

Back into the forest

To catch another idea.

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