OBLIVIOUS

Sometimes, the muse

takes a nap. Like now,

when I’m supposed

to write about pines.

No matter

how hard I think,

how sharp my pencil,

or how clear the paper,

nothing happens.

I can see dapples of

light through the canopy,

breathe the smell of

warm pitch, and hear

a good song from when

rock and roll mattered,

and nothing happens.

The rugged trail is dotted

with signs that warn

of dead limbs that

can take you out

when they fall.

And nothing happens.

so I ask this chick,

“What comes to mind

when I say the name

of that tree?”

She didn’t have to think,

just a blue eyed smile,

“I love the way the toilet

smells when momma cleans

it out with Pinesol.”

Sometimes Erato’s

in a coma.

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

Ahahaha, I had a chuckle. The Muse is a capricious one, then again, aren't they all...

[Vol]

She's a mean lover, for sure... Passive aggressive wench that she is.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous. I love what you did, make the muse work.

[Vol]

Thomas,
One of us is the other's slave...
Vol