Prayer for Myself
Inspire me
High wire me
Forest fire me
Desire me
Drop me back on the razorblade
Life's been entirely too nice lately
I've lost my voice
I may be turning sweet
Oh, fuck!
My brain moved into my home
Got comfortable, stopped gazing
In awe
At the inspiration around me
I think of colors and shoes and sex
Instead of poetry
Please God please God please God
Give me back my voice
Writers write
But my themes are recently so inane
I am boring myself to death
Please give me back the balance
Of narcissist to genius
Of sensuality to insanity
Prosery not hosiery
I promise to use it
As You intend
I will always be someone's muse
Even if it's only my own
Please can't I have it back?
