Monday, January 28, 2008

A Fifth Of Slumber

swimming in drink
It's never what you think
I thought we would meet at the same bar as before
But apparently your travels don't end there anymore

I am flailing
I am ailing
Tell me what to do to meet again in dreams
I seek you out and sanity leaves me in streams

This chokes me
You scold me
Bloody bliss comes from this steady shunning
I increase my capacity, my tolerance, stunning

You liar
I tire
My eccentricities were unintended bait
You will stride away in disgust and hate

I tear
I fear
I have run and run from the truth of your power
At night I cant sleep and in your shadow I cower


BloggersDelight said...

Outstanding piece Femigog.

anonymous gal said...


Mega Rich said...

When you find that mofo, would you send him my way, I got two books to finish and he is missing in action.

Good piece.

James Tubman said...

hits home

mny of us have experienced that moment in time where we wish we had another chance to meet someone

thanx for the memory

Mizrepresent said...

Oh we do need and love our's so, so clear.

The Master (De)bater said...

I think my muse is stuck in traffic on I-5 South just below San Francisco right now...and that's a long drive back to me! Great poem!

MzPoetiK said...

Nice write...mines is m.i.a as well

nikki said...

loves it! the relationship between a creative soul and his/her muse is both turbulent and blissful. wonderfully rendered here.

Anonymous said...

Yours must know mine. Hale, yours must BE mine! We gone have to work some things out Femi!

Sharon said...

So good it's like music!

As I read this I actually heard the following lyric playing in my head:

You abandoned me
Love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy
Love don't live here anymore.

Ain't it a bitch how much the relationship with these damned muses mimic romantic ones? ;)

Thankfully for me, finding all of the contributors here and this wonderful blog seems to have made my always elusive muse nostalgic for what we shared in the past!