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Written by Di MadWriter
While others rest at night
You’re out on scripting streets
Getting dropped off by Sleep
And looking out for Muse’s chauffeur
You wear that seductive dress of creativity
And you climb on heels of imagination
Cars stop and honk, and you blush to their pickup lines
You pick up lines as you’re driven to a new home-page
There, you find Muse waiting. Asking why you always come when it’s dark
You say days are for lovers and nights are for sinners
You lose your clothes in a blink of an eye. Muse finds you naked, your faults bared
And you both make love under the stare of the moonlight
You’re back on the streets again, poetstitute
This car goes by, reverses; Sleep is in there. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
But you love this life, and you love that it pays. So you enter, you smile
And you sleep with Sleep all over again
Poetstitute is a short poem that relates the dealings of a poet to that of a prostitute. The poet, instead of resting during the night hours like every other person does, is out on ‘scripting streets’.
In the poet’s client list are notable figures like Sleep and Muse (personified).
Muse’s chauffeur picks the poet from the streets and drives to where Muse is waiting for them.
There, the poet finds Muse, gets rid of the clothing and is found bare and naked (without shame). They proceed to make love. This describes what writing feels like.
The poet is done with Muse and is right back on the streets. Sleep comes by. Sleep never stays away for too long. Seems he can’t get enough. The poet, loving this life and all the benefits that it brings, does not hesitate to hop right in with Sleep.
The cycle continues.
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