a poet cliché | poem

poetry

if a poet can starve out

alone over unfelt heartache

untouched limbs

unfed mouth,

allow them to illuminate the dark hour of night

with verse full of agony, despair, emptiness.

if a poet must sit alone

in a room empty of contemplations, unfound truths

consider when in their presence

the mouldy shirt

mustard yellow fingers

stench breath

as sacrifices of appearance

mad…