Dead Muse

Dead Muse

A Poem by FlatDaddy
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This is the first piece I have written in eight years after an accident which forced me to quit my job, go on disability and stay primarily in bed. Things haven't changed -- except I am writing again.

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My baby's all black and blue and broken,

  lying on the bed beneath me

  inside me,

Done in by ice

  and eight years of morphine

  that never ends the pain --

  but dulls the mind

  slays the will

  and killed my baby dead.

 

Mad pain's my one steady date,

  all dolled up in dopiness,

  dizzied dreams of what was,

  what is,

  what will never be

  and will never end.

 

Screaming in the night

  she awakes sometimes

  to whisper in my ear:

Sweet Nothings.

Sometimes she grins a little wicked smile

  then bleeds me back to druggy peace

  where I never dream of her now

  never see more than her back

  that fine a*s

  that's bottomed out,

  bequeathed to another by now, I'm sure,

  but still dead beneath me

  inside me

  pleading softly for me to call her

  "Franky."

 

So now, at last,

  bending to her perverse will,

  I think a quiet, desperate "okay."

I hook her up,

  a web of wires that link her

  to the fire in other's dreams,

  a frantic search for someone's spark

  to siphon off

  and pump her full

  and blow those baby blues wide open.

 

And now,

  dead eight years,

  I think

  perhaps

  just maybe ...

I think I see

  a smile.

© 2011 FlatDaddy


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This is such a hugely profound write on so many levels. First of all, the fact that you were able to extract yourself from a morphine haze enough to put this together is remarkable enough. The fact that is so painfully real and beautifully expressed is just unfathomable to me. You're quickly becoming one of my favorite poets on this site... I can't begin to express how honored I feel to "know" you through your work...you are a serious talent, FD...I hope you continue to write as often as you can...my sense is that you're best is yet to come...and I'll be the first in line...

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very haunting. i like this bc its so engaging and interesting. great write

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is such a hugely profound write on so many levels. First of all, the fact that you were able to extract yourself from a morphine haze enough to put this together is remarkable enough. The fact that is so painfully real and beautifully expressed is just unfathomable to me. You're quickly becoming one of my favorite poets on this site... I can't begin to express how honored I feel to "know" you through your work...you are a serious talent, FD...I hope you continue to write as often as you can...my sense is that you're best is yet to come...and I'll be the first in line...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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you excel in every line.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This is such a sad story. It gives us a peek into your world of pain we can't even imagine. A very powerful poem. Good job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 15, 2011
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Tags: poetry, writers block, muse

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FlatDaddy
FlatDaddy

Austin, TX



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Former performance poet, actor and singer. I was injured in 2004 and no longer perform. I have written for many years, mostly performance oriented material. My injuries have caused me to be restri.. more..

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