Aural mood - the poet laura ate - Shakespeare's Monkeys

aural mood - the poet laura ate

It's abuse a muse week for this freak on a leash
as she seeks out a niche as the queen of pastiche
Time to stock up on clichéd, derivative stuff
hide it all up her sleeve, write it out off the cuff
take each verse as it comes, living stanza to stanza
and practice each impromptu extravaganza
until she's perfected the regurgitation
of recycled on-demand improvisation.

Now my poetic licence is up for renewal
competition is hot - well that's cool, but I'm not
and I'm sick of the sight of this stale, typecast voice
so I guess re-invention's the obvious choice...
I need a new pseudonymph, something ornate
with a limelight persona to give my words weight
when the picture is pretty, but the artist is lame
from the struggle to flesh out her skeletal frame.

I could kill for the thrill of that mythical ichor
a body of work that a poet would die for
sustained by arterial legerdemain
turning vainly inane into vintage arcane,
or a strawberry bland who can fluff all my lines
maybe wrap them in velvet and tie them with vines
for a package delivering lyrical powers
full of love-lies-a-bleeding heart poesies of flowers.

Yet, in lifting the gloom from this doom-laden phase
I am caught in the throes of a creeping malaise.
Do I savour the prospect of instant success?
Will my avatrice sate the demands of the press?
As the hunger intensifies to its extreme
self-restraint gets the munchies and swallows the dream...
so I guess when I wake I'll be mourning the fate
of some fantasy poet that laura just ate.

Leanne -

Muse abuse -- I'm totally for it. Those bitches have had it easy for too many centuries.

Poetic licences -- I think these are a fallacy. I'd much rather drive without a licence. Then you can hang your body parts out the window. And, even better, you can hang other people's body parts out the window.

I am the most uncool person in the universe. I will challenge you for the title if you insist. Still, it's got to be cool to be cool with being uncool, hasn't it? I tell myself this so I don't sink into a rum depression. I'd have to be very depressed to drink rum.

I hope you got indigestion. That would be satisfying. Ah that Laura, she makes my heart burn...

This was a great ride. I didn't even use the puke bag. (Sorry to the lady in the pink hat, I swear I wasn't aiming for you.)

Leanne -
PS "Poesies of flowers" mucks up your rhythm a tiny bit but it's awesome.

Aphasic -

"I am the most uncool person in the universe. I will challenge you for the title if you insist."

Much as I love challenges, I shy away from lost causes...I'm presently experiencing odd verse effects in my extrremely temperate environment. The delivery was relatively painless, and the first cuddle moderately outrageous...is that your negative image on the front? What are you wearing on your feet? Reminds me of the Kanisza Triangle - cool-with-ice on-the-rocksberg, whatever that probably doesn't mean. That and Persimmon...

Aphasic -

"Poesies of flowers" mucks up your rhythm a tiny bit but it's awesome."

Bum Any suggestions? - nothing that would detract from the awesome quality though :>

Leanne -

No, no suggestions and I've wracked my tiny brain for all of thirty seven seconds, minus the eleven it took to find it in the first place. My suggestion is just to tell people it's pronounced exactly the same as posies when the Queen says it, even if the old bag hasn't a clue what poesy is. And she has an annus horribilis.

It's not me on the cover, it's my willy-endowed alter ego. Some people wrongly name him David, but he's really called Aloisius Nox the Unbearable.

Aphasic -

That's a willy!? The long arm of the law of averages has been broken...how mean :>
He looks somewhat effeminate on the back cover...

Leanne -

He had a lot of makeup on. He's a poet, so obviously he's gay.

Aphasic -
...and being in such jocund company. He is a very fine poet though...does he know you've been stealing his stuff?

Leanne -
Well duh, he's gay, he's too busy looking in the mirror to notice. Plus, he's written the whole book in stereotype (that's when you do it twice).

Aphasic -
How genotypically XY of him - such a daffodil...