The Muse is back...!!! (I think)

There is nothing more frustrating in my life than having a plethora of quality ideas and being unable to do anything with 'em...(BTW, I sure would like some feedback from all you creative-types out there on anything you might do to help focus when composing, painting, etc.) Lately, while my oldest daughter has been attending Driver's Ed classes from 7-9 pm each weeknight, I've been putting the finishing touches on my job paperwork, and then blasting some tunes and a small trickling of potential poem material falls into my brainpan. I've been using my Windows Journal function on my Tablet PC to literally scrawl 'em all down, and go back periodically to whip 'em into shape or something resembling coherent thought. So, with that said, here's my latest humble offering...

The Artist

The whiskey's not working
and lately neither am I
rising to face another dawn
at high noon I'll dive
face first into my rich portrait
of abundant malaise and crow
to all those unfortunate few
in the vicinity my daily bellows
of significant trifles, so pleased
at all my accomplishments
fully bereft of critics and patrons
the tortured artist is the role
I was born to play
desolation envelops as a wind
blowing out the match flame
before the next Marlboro red
today is my epiphany
since I've discovered my occupation
is actually charlatanism
I begrudgingly log on to monster.com