YOUR MUSE HAS DIED OF BOREDOM

R.M. ENGELHARDT POET AUTHOR WRITER

YOUR MUSE HAS DIED OF BOREDOM

See the media
Buried in it’s own
Shit, it’s own grave
A thousand fold

The kids
Are all at it
Again

No longer
Shopping in
The dark corners
Of the department
Store

Looking desperately
For inspiration

Y’ see

First came Jesus
Then Sinatra then
Elvis and then
Wellllllllll …

WTF
Is this ?

Maybe you should
Check your local
Library

There’s this section
They call POETRY

Y’know

The real stuff

Full of strange eccentric
People of color,
Black, White, Male
Female

And even more

Because it’s
Hard to find any
Thing new or
Original

In a world that
Keeps trying to
Sell you out &
Sell you the same
Ol’ shit

Y’ see

There was once
This guy named
Whitman who walked
Into a pile of leaves and

A woman called Emily
Who no one ever heard of

They both walked
Into a bar and well …

I guess
You’ll have to read something
To figure out all
The rest

Something beautiful that
Can’t be bought

Or sold

Ever