Daydreams of a Muse

Inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Wasteland

I.

My mind is numb at the thought of my well-loved scenery,

Not overflowing with yellow leaves,

But of my stony wall with a hanging lightbulb -

How I yearn for days gone by,

Yet also yearn for days of the future.

I yearn for the days I could stretch high into the sky

And sigh with relief

Because the day was young and I could tackle it;

Instead my days are now littered with red leaves,

Bitter, mad leaves that inhabit broken dreams,

Just life the broken surfaces that they are -

I’m sorry the insects have eaten away at you.

The summer has faded, I know, and I’m sorry the cicadas have passed. 

The trees are growing bare, the leaves are falling,

Falling into a despair,

The barrenness, dear baroness,

Your majestic royalty,

Your throne of dead leaves is slowly being eaten at as well.

God Bless You -

Her royal highness is now dead.

Now I am lonely in a wasteland full of despair and destruction,

Obligated to watch the world fall away -

How could I not watch?

It’s so bad I can’t look away.

II.

I long for the days in which he and I could forever reunite,

Yet at the same time I yearn for days in which I find better.

If the concept of perfection is false, then I choose to seek the closest thing to perfection.

I suffered years in a tundra,

My body was barren as the surface,

But only my surface area was affected.

I kept my heart warm with memories of the past because the rose-tinted view will forever glow with warmth.

Not quite so the green light of Gatsby’s,

Nor is it the blinding light of God,

Instead the rose-colored view makes my life seem smoother,

My life is the flute of rose waiting to tip over into the mouth of another

Like how my feelings will flow in through one ear and out the other;

May the world some day hear my prayers

For I miss the touch of warm hands

And the sensation of bliss.

III.

Atomic bomb -

Atomic aplomb -

Atomic neurons -

They rush around in my head to the beat of applause

As they giggle and cheer and whoop for the sake of it

Because they know they make a difference

And my positrons cannot hold it together because

Similar and similar

And opposite and opposite,

Neither work -

Nor do opposites attracts, I’m sorry -

All the pent up electricity shakes my body and I walk with a jitter,

I jump, startled, scared, in fear of one day when the energy is too much to handle.

Who gets shocked then?

The forces of nature are far too strong,

The orbital pull draws me close to the end of the world -

The explosions ae silent in the dead space and

I wish I could hear the sparks of the asteroids catching fire and

The comets sweeping by me, collecting stardust and starred wishes,

But the wishes of a summer are long gone.