Quarantined Poet’s Blues
written by: Steven Fortune
My lidded eyes see the mist just the same
After all it’s all about the balls
Lots of practice, lots of oomph to tame
Visions move like targets with their rise-and-falls
I see more in silhouettes than outlines
Liken me to Siamese cat theatrics
Liken me to soft canaries in the drama mines
I’ve been everywhere on crutch of asterisks
The scenery I’ve seen is classified
To be dropped on the advent of my wake
Martyrdom is fine for cantos clarified
Disregard this sight for self-mythology’s sake
I only mean to say I must create
With the well of stimulation drained to mud
What I see and what I get defers to fate
Who I was and who I’ll be adheres to blood
Steven Fortune is the author of five poetry books, and has appeared in several print and online publications, including a feature on CBC Radio. He has also served as a Head Editor for his publisher's company. Steven resides in Sydney, Nova Scotia.
Latest posts by Steven Fortune (see all)
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