Here it is.
THE MUSE'S BAD TOUCH
A collection of dark poems highlighting the toxic and deadly relationship between poet and muse.
DISCLAIMER: suitable only for a mature audience.
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I don't wanna say that the poems contained in this book are dark. It would sound pretentious right off the bat. But, yeah, between dark and light, you know already where they stand.
every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who's not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had two big dogs and a bunch of cats, I never knew exactly how many But I knew and saw with my own eyes that she kissed them all on the snout the dogs and the cats too and she'd hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it and that was perfectly okay in her household "You're jealous!" she told me when I cringed and backed away as she tried to kiss me. "Are you one of those crazy possessive types who equates kissing a pet with cheating?" "What? No, no, I just..." "I…
Începea omul să fluiere așa la-ntâmplare și întotdeauna tare chiar și noaptea-n pat și încercarea de a-l opri era ca un joc de noroc cusăturile care arătau precum niște omizi pe mâna nevestei sale atestau asta. N-a mai fost săracul la fel de când cu lovitura la cap. A avut nenorocul să treacă pe sub un pod în timp ce niște copii se distrau aruncând pietre Și acum tot apelează numărul de urgențe și spune că soția lui lipsește de acasă, când de fapt ea se află-n cealaltă cameră sau la muncă. Vecinii au început să facă sesizări cu privire la fluieratul său nocturn, și aparent nu mai știa săracul nici cum se foloeste hârtia igienica. Mirosea întotdeauna și era cel mai rău când se urca-n pat alături de nevastă. Era iadul pe pământ, și iadul schimbă oamenii, și-n noaptea asta începu din nou să fluiere și…
"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…
she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn't feel too welcome into her kingdom "Aren't you excited?" she asked "Oh, I am if you are," he said "Good. Then drink up." He drank and then she drank some more, always more than him and then the bottle was empty She placed it into his hand and pointed at a gravestone. "C'mon, I want to watch you break it against that." By this time he knew better than to disappoint his queen He walked over to the gravestone and crashed the bottle against it The queen smiled and applauded. She was very pleased with him "It's a child's grave," she said. "I can always tell." They sat there in silence and watched…
sufletul trebuie să știe ceva
ce mintea nu
poate să cuprindă.
Asta ziceau cu toții când
îl priveau
de departe
El dormea sub pod
noaptea
Și-n timpul zilei
săracul stătea pe marginea
râului
și arunca pietre-n apă
toată ziulica
cu obsesie
Și când nu mai vedea pietre
în jur
începea să plângă.
Puține lucruri sună mai deranjant
în ureche
decât plânsul unui adult.
– Omu’ ăsta a avut o familie
acu’ câțiva ani, zicea lumea.
A avut o soție și copii. Și o slujbă în
mina aia de colo.
Și-ntr-o zi un bolovan îi căzu-n cap
și odată cu mințile
i-a luat tot din viață. Săracul...
she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…