Marauding Muse
There’s something inspired terrorizing my brain
I can feel it as it sweeps through
Jumping up and down some place
Floating elusively through something else
Just when I round the corner to catch it
(Make this thing work for me)
It oozes off, slinking through some crack
Escaping into a musty, dusty corner
Where intombed doomed thoughts lie
I charge in, so intent upon snatching it
I stir up the dust and inadvertently raise some thought-zombies
In the midst of the confusion
The little sneak escapes down some other forbidden corridor.
Disturbed, disillusioned, and disheartened
I’m giving it up
I’m sitting in dusty thought-garbage
Let alone the zombies mucking about
Then I curse my muse for bestowing upon me impish inspiration.
 Paras_Serenity · Sat Apr 04, 2009 @ 06:08am · 0 Comments |
