On Inspiration

Sometimes inspiration will come from the most unlikely places. Here are a few poems, all with fairly clear sources of inspiration (depending on what you know/which blogs you read).

Poem the first:

Letters from a Norfolk Sanctuary (aka. On Pretension)

Oh my dear, my egos collapse, my ego's collapse.
Traffic through my brain shatters the truth like a love banned since 1931. The thirties, what a vintage decade!
(If) I could (bear/bare) fruit then surely you, my holy prisoner, my holey prisoner, could (bear) bare (bear/brie) thyself to me.
In Norwich Cathedral my heart slowly oscillates towards my egos, towards the feminine side. The love of my fear shatters the bioluminescence.
Like that time I was trapped in a cold, heartless city like a magnet (London) which suffocates my face like a thousand.
Could you ever forgive this near expert of The Heaven, The Beast, The Miracle. It Breathes. I Breathe.
(I)
Breathe.

The next two follow similar structures (ie. to each other, rather than that one) WARNING. SOME STRONG LANGUAGE.

Poem the second:

Horse in field

Since when could horses lie down?
I thought that was cows,
Who could lie down.
Horses sleep standing up (don't they?)
Fuck you horse, who's lying down.
Fuck.
You.

Poem the third:

Puddles

I just trod in a puddle whilst penning this poem.
Fuck you, puddle.
Fuck you.


Inspiration. Done.