Currently, the calling of this poet is that of a taskmaster, overseeing my production.
“You can do more than that!” The calling cries,
“Harder. Faster. More. MORE!”
“But art is about feeling. Art is about what comes from inside-”
“Bullshit. If you don’t grease your wheels, how do you know what your capable of?”
The calling has a point. “Get yourself ready for maximum capacity, and then DOUBLE it.”
“Double it?”
“DOUBLE IT!”
The calling of the poet is all up in my shit these days.
I’m doing what I can to please it,
but it ain’t easy.