The Tenth Muse at Midnight

Your palace last

night in vodka

dreams

pretending I was

The King of Prussia.

You

the virgin princess

dark hair spilling

over the edge,

translating sonnets

on satin sheets.

In old darkness

I leave you

hating hotel rooms

while spending your lifetime

trying

to get the words

right.

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6 Responses to “The Tenth Muse at Midnight”

  1. nochipa Says:
    November 21, 2007 at 2:55 am

    Scott,

    I love the way you write. It’s a joy to read and there is “something” there, depth, beyond pretty words or intellectual spill on paper as so many poets are and beyond just pouring adolescent emotions. You have a real talent and have honed it into a fine art. I’ll be back.

    Nochipa

  2. Scot Says:
    November 25, 2007 at 12:24 am

    Thanks for the read and kind comment.

  3. Sara Says:
    December 12, 2007 at 12:00 am

    Love the romantic wistfulness of this piece.

  4. Scot Says:
    December 14, 2007 at 1:01 am

    I appreciate your comment

  5. johemmant Says:
    December 23, 2007 at 12:11 pm

    yes, so wistful, excellent.

  6. Scot Says:
    December 27, 2007 at 12:32 am

    Thanks for the visit

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