Jim Bean, The Cure for Inspiration

I listened to The Cure
16 hours straight
hoping to undergo some emotional trance
that would enable me
to write some meaningful form of poetry
to express my inner most feelings
or perhaps
some sort of love poem
in an unique collection of words and phrases
that hasn’t already been written
in some 2 dollar Hallmark card
or used
by some no talent top 40 band
like Boys II Men
but instead
I fall into some mopey pseudo depression
where I feel like dressing in all black
and jumping out my 3rd story apartment window
which I decide wouldn’t be beneficial
to my search for inspiration
I change CDs
slapped in some Mudhoney
bounced over to the freezer
grabbed a bottle of Jim Bean
and began to drink
funny how inspiration can be found
in the least obvious of places