while I ignore the sourness of self-disappointment in my mouth...

I love this poem:

Coyote Does Chicago by C.S.E. Cooney
in Goblin Fruit

I'm working on a poem in a similar vein. It's needs a lot of work; this is inspiring me to do it.
But not because I think it will be as good.

Just good words put together, and a fascinating tumble of pictures.