Sunday, June 23, 2013

Not Justified

The
problem
here
is
that
the
muse
has
taken
a
hike.
Don't
wanna
see
me
no
more.
Has
parted
ways
with
me.
 

Sunk deeply under a whirlpool, white-water, the tide.
Wandered to some unnamed ravine, arroyo, canyon.
Burrowed under an avalanche, a mudslide.
Teetered on the brink, plummeted.


Turned off the lamp,  extinguished the flames.
Shut off the gas, silenceed the phone.
Blackened the windows.
Boarded up the doors.
Gave up the drink.
Severed the wires.
Stopped eating.
Went AWOL.
Abandoned.
Abolished.
Aborted.
Exited.
Quit.
xy
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3 comments:

  1. it needs its rest. it is 'fini.'

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  2. Oh, I know the feeling! This made me smile.

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  3. Oh, I know the feeling! This made me smile.

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