The Poet’s Fate

They wonder why he writes so much, That there’s so few will ever read; And what this strange compulsion is, This all-embracing need — But long he travelled through the shadows Of the vale of night: He first wrote just to breathe, But now he breathes So he can write   (“The Poet’s Fate” – … Continue reading "The Poet’s Fate"

Meanwhile, In The Real World

Cassandra writes far better than I ever, ever could; But keeps most of it in her mind Where it does little good Abiding with her cigarettes And straight Crown Royal shots; Anesthetizes her regrets Picks off her straggling thoughts For cynical and sexual Is how she likes to be: But yet beneath the skin and … Continue reading "Meanwhile, In The Real World"