This is a repost from my Twitter platform, created during a specially quirky situation (specified only as an untitled poem, & w/c was done on the fly at around 4:26 AM on April 26, 2017). This is its edited version.
This was my third attempt at a piece for a poetry slam I'm going to try my skills at soon. The first two I liked, this one I was hesitant about. It's one of those ones you have to go back and reread. I feel like the verbal performance wouldn't do it justice.
every poet has a MUSE. My MUSE at times dissapears, it moves around from place to place.... yet somehow, just when my Artistic side begins to slip, My MUSE comes to save me. =) Love my MUSE.
