be a poet she said once
and drift in verses
of defiance and disturbance
of passion and grief
be a poet she said once
and bleed in words
that go down in whisky
and come up in smoke
be a poet of the soul
and rise above your own
love and hate
be a poet she said once
of simplicity
and ignored realities
of forgotten words
and illusionary love
be a poet she said once
of long isolations
and pale green hope