I try to write <br />But my words <br />Stumble and trip <br />Drunk within my brain <br />The stairway to my pen <br />So steep and treacherous <br />That they dare not tumble down them <br />Lest they be broken and ruined by the fall <br />So they stay deep within the den of my brain <br />In inebriated silence <br />While my muse <br />Drinks a bottle of wine<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunken-muse-2/
