COMPULSION

It seems
that when I read
his poetry
I have to write my own!
How dare he
in absentia
compel my muse
to such ferocity?
I want to sleep
but yet more words
tip over the edge
of unconsciousness
into nightlight.
The bed is chaos
with my turning
the page is littered
with my scratching
The hours have flown
with my dreaming.

 

Dawn McDonald
© August 2002

Midi: "Yuyake Koyake"

Photo: "Melqua Compulsion"
Dahlia Publications
(Bud Cruger)