Dearth

The muse has been largely absent, although she's made his/herself known for a few fleeting moments in cognito, saying things like:


There's a pound of frozen venison in my freezer, and I don't know where it came from.

And:

I hate gangrene in the morning.

And then:

I could use some help with this weed problem.

And of course:


He had a cupboard full of Bazooka bubble gum. 
He was always a soldier.
He died in the Beirut bombing.




What to do?

I'm stumped.