Kinds Of Inspiration Poem by Robert Melliard

Some of my poems
(for what they're worth)
were written with the help of coffee
(that first, early morning mug)
accompanied by biscuits
and a little square
of dark, orgasmic chocolate.

Others were inspired by afternoon tea
with no one else in the house
(let's face it, even close relatives
can be distracting for a would-be poet) .

But I have to confess
that those with most feeling
were written thanks to wine,
whisky or beer -
drunk on the porch in the sun,
while nibbling nuts
or smoking cigarettes.

I've given up whisky and nicotine
(not wishing to die young
for a futile cause)
but a drop of wine or beer
still helps me through.

Are liquids my muses?