“Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.”
― Robert Graves
I need a quick verse
to fix me up
cause my soul done broke again
C’mon man fix me up with a rhyme
I got the money if you got the time
for the ache in my throat
needs something gentle
to sooth the pain
and my heart
needs the gentle refrain
Don’t leave me hanging brother
even a haiku may help
me make it through the ennui
Please I will for poetry
she always turns me out
and I bring her back my best
then get beaten by her tender slaps
leaving her marks within me.
— G A Rosenberg
War Zone by G A Rosenberg 
Influenced by Her Surroundings by G A Rosenberg 
