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| Nick Herbert invoking his Muse |
(responding to Gary Snyder)
We drink our Muse; we smoke our Muse
We duct Her thru our gaping pores
Invent new sins to fan Her whims
We're lovely Muse's lowly whores.
We follow Muse beyond the stars
To bomb labs, muscle gyms and porno bars
Where Life beckons, there we go
Seek deeper meat than Jacques Cousteau.
We crave that rush, that punch, that flood
We love that dark orgasmic drain
Then pick ourselves up off the rug
And open up another vein.
For just one glance we drop our pants
Her prostitutes and renegades
Yet every kiss burns like the first
We're virginal as new-born babes.
2 comments:
Wow. Thank you for the perfect poem for the moment I am having.
All my love,
- Alice
Nick, I love this poem. I have read it every day since you posted it. Thank you, and much Love to you!
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