Saturday, October 8, 2011

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.



5 comments:

  1. I had a hole
    t'was in my head
    and through the hole
    my muse has fled.

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  2. I'm not a fan of gangrene anytime of day. Just saying:)

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  3. let the muse take a little vacay. make soup. soak in a hot bath. The muse will come roaring back when you least expect it.

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  4. I know what you should do... go to the ocean! The mother muse herself.

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  5. String it all together and add a trench.

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