I dreamt of poetry all night Great poems Written by me Something about Drinking warm beer By the heat of a Hurricane lamp When the lights went out
I heard you say something About my being A Serbian muse
That was the night You were asked to Please sleep by the Dumpster.
I guess reading Bukowski Can influence The Alpha Rhythms Of the Brain
Who’d have thought Your face would pop up As I lay in the arms of Morphius?
I dreamt of poetry all night Great poems Written by me And now I can’t remember A single line Not one damn word
So much for dreams And your little red balloon
As I rub the grit from my eyes I watch the last two lines Of the greatest poem The world will never know Dissolve into vaporous wisps
So much for inspiration…
Yeah, you said Keep on writing…