Muse

I am Lorca’s iguana,
Kafka's spine
Schopenhauer’s sloth,
Rimbaud’s barren love child.
I am Blake’s opium stain,
Burroughs needle
In the grove of the vein,
Ginsberg’s anus,
Kerouac’s road,
Millers Capricorn
Hot white load.
I am Wordsworth’s daffodil,
Hunter s Thompson’s
Little white pill,
Sartre’s word,
Poe's death bird,
Sextons lover,
Bukowskis' another.
I am Waldons log,
Dylan’s dog,
Hughes crow,
Plath's sweet low.
I am Elliot’s wasteland,
Beatrice’s snow-white hand,
Carrols Alice,
Neruda's phallice.
I am Jims nod,
Nietzsche’s god,
Gibran's east,
Yeats rough beast,
Ownes doomed youth,
Rilke's truth,
Huxley’s mage.

I am my own blank page.