I can always get inspiration
From a bottle of grape juice or two
And apple's a good substitution
When the grape juice supply is run through.
Do you like grape juice, I wonder?
You should let it inspire you as well
When your vineyard's afflicted with thunder,
And there are fingerprints on your doorbell.
I am inspired by smoke bombs
And sugar and arsenic and laces,
And statues with certain aplomb,
With a conundrum writ on their faces.
Are you inspired by grape juice?
Are you inspired by apple as well?
Do you have blue feathers to shake loose?
If you knew the answer, would you tell?
postscript
I hesitate to explain this one.... but here we go: It has nothing to do with drinking, and doesn't encourage it either. This is the result of waiting until 11:00pm to write my April 7 poem, and also being too lazy to turn the TV off and write it. So I wrote it while watching CSI, and reallyreallyREALLY big fans of CSI might be able to tell me which episode, simply from the content of this poem. Every line of the poem was inspired either by my immediate surroundings or the TV, and is nothing but a stream-of-consciousness I was barely aware of writing at the time. There. I hope you like it. ^^