Trusting The Muse

Clint Haugen
Jun 14
1 min read

All of us lie too much.

If you don't think that, then you're a goddamn liar.

Poets just lie more than most.

We're experts at stretching the truth.

Words are our weapons.

Metaphor, our bows.

Imagery, our poison.

Fleeting feelings, our muse.

To trust a poet is to trust the muse that motivates them—and to trust the fickle muse to be honest is like expecting the rain to be dry; for all muses are as fleeting as the feelings that fuel them. 🙏 Bless up, peeps 🫡 That is all.

-CH 6/16/25

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