My Muse Passed Out
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 10:34 am
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My Muse Passed Out
She got shit-faced
on grog and drambuie.
Been sleeping it off since Thursday.
My muse moved in with the mailman -
following him home one morning.
My muse hides in the attic with the rats
and the bats among the cardboard suitcases.
It sounds like she teaches them hopscotch.
My muse cashed my bonds
and split for Reno. I got a postcard.
Who sends postcards these days?
Pencils cause her deficient bones to snap.
Paper turns her translucent. The click-click
of my keyboard gives her the hiccups.
My muse has narcolepsy, Tourette syndrome
and crabs. She got into the bad weed,
guzzled the last of the bathtub gin.
My computer screen erases her memory,
gives her hives, or rickets.
I give up making excuses.
~
My Muse Passed Out
She got shit-faced
on grog and drambuie.
Been sleeping it off since Thursday.
My muse moved in with the mailman -
following him home one morning.
My muse hides in the attic with the rats
and the bats among the cardboard suitcases.
It sounds like she teaches them hopscotch.
My muse cashed my bonds
and split for Reno. I got a postcard.
Who sends postcards these days?
Pencils cause her deficient bones to snap.
Paper turns her translucent. The click-click
of my keyboard gives her the hiccups.
My muse has narcolepsy, Tourette syndrome
and crabs. She got into the bad weed,
guzzled the last of the bathtub gin.
My computer screen erases her memory,
gives her hives, or rickets.
I give up making excuses.
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