PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sitting in the Nuyorican Poet’s Café and popping down a Heineken.  All that is poetry has fallen from me.  I am void of depth or feeling.  I can do no wrong or right.  I am an abyss of silent delusion.  Overheard the other poets speaking and dancing around subjective interpretations of experience.  Feeling a trifle tired and losing interest.  Got to buck up and get on with this whole thing.

A moment fading

all feelings have been stifled

false inspiration

it abandons me quickly

to my own device I’m left