the poet in middle age / music by rheinheart, lyrics by e. a. lacey: the poet in middle age; Now is the time of life when
writing poems becomes like having orgasms,
the laziness, the flagging inspiration, the joyless expert craftmanship
like the slowly softening
forced erections and unsatisfactory climaxes of these middle years.
And every time a successful one works out,
each time triumphant metaphor and metre take form, stiffen, synchronise, fuse
and spurt forth into verbal immortality you think:
“How many more have I got left in me?
When will the last one come? How will it be?”
