that sick feeling you get

that sick feeling you get

A Poem by H.
"

Can't get the door unjammed.

"

the muse's song
will fall amiss

and then? there's
nothing
on the page
again.

the fingers
hold the feet
hostage
with a pen.

© 2009 H.


Author's Note

H.
Ha-ha.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register



Reviews

When the muse is shotgunned in the back. Check the killer, not the hostage. The killer has the ink, the killer has the clues. The muse is not dead, the muse is the gun.

Great poem, love it.

Keep up the work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe
Flag Flag Writing


Stats

216 Views
1 Review
Rating
 Added on February 22, 2009

Author

H.
H.

Panama City, FL



About
I've thrown away the map, but can't let go of the wheel. I'm a musician. I've been writing poetry for much longer than I've been playing, so it's odd I consider myself as such first and foremost. .. more..