where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
The Muse is Out
A blank page stares up at me As I attempt to sift through volleys of word. Shot at me from my subconscious The search for meaning is soon aborted.
Words swirl around my head The vortex is a migrane Thoughts remain half-formed. The consistance of a bad souffle.
I make a desperate call The phone rings, is answered. "I'm sorry to have missed your call..." The muse is out.