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.

1 comment:

defaulter's blog said...

"im sorry to miss your call"..where did that come from? like this poem a lot. even i had 'blank page dilemmas'. "pu khaba neki?" means would you have some pu?