Looking into my soul, an exercise in romantic foolery
A reflective spiral into an egoistic exploration of absurd wonder
Nothing to see here, people; now move along!
Like a swami emptying his mind of external distractions
Or an amateur magician checking both his sleeves
Ticking off all the boxes in a list of ways to invoke the muse
Poetic tendencies surfacing on a cool winter morning
Leaving imaginary voicemails on her answering machine
Is she sleeping in or still out partying from the night before?
Oh, muse, you silly, sassy lady of perpetual merriment and joy
I've exhausted my gift for uncovering thrilling new petitions
Just a lonely scribe without a fresh entreaty to his name
All that's left is a steadfast devotion to a time-tested technique
A dutiful practice of honorific praises and alluring appeals
If you still have a good side, won't you give me some relief
It's like the time you left behind for me a children's block
On the sides were six raised letters W - R - I - T - E - R
And a note that said I think this is for you, Love, The Muse
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| January 20, 2023 | frankie | January 12, 2023 |
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