I can’t get the
bitter taste
of you out of my
mind,
you’re a nasty muse.
I gave you my lining
I gave you my inseam
I wore my favorite
jeans.
undone
I sit like a cat
waiting
for the next twig to
snap
to hear if there’s
an echo or
something,
anything to bounce
off of.
but there is
no murmur
to fill my void.
you lean back in your
easy chair
while the rest of the city
rots
and sinks into potholes
on bumpy roads to
nowheresville
Photo by VC Ferry
you
scratch your balls
and worry
that you’re out of cream
and Sweet & Low
for tomorrow morning’s
cup o’
joe
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Not sure if it is worse when a muse stares you down or wanders completely away. Just not sure.
lol….forgot to add….glad yours is here!
oh yes, The Juice Bar is definitely my main squeeze muse!! –LK 🙂
Lisa, there’s always such a biting edge to your poems and I love that quality about your work. Great peom! Love you, Roz
Thank you Roz! When can we take a juicy bite out of your poems??? Please squeeze pretty pleeze!! –LK 🙂
I love the combo of the poem & the “Uneasy Chair” photo. Lonely & exhausted. Clearly that nasty muse’s fault. Sigh….
I read from this chair
I think from this chair
I eat from this chair
I write from this chair
Oh God!!! I may even die from this chair!
Lordy, you are killing me! Ha! LOL -LK 🙂
I blame what you put in the drinks!! I guess it must be happy hour in your juice bar!!!….. Smiles in this chair!!!!!!!!!
It’s always “Happy Hour” @ The Juice Bar! Cheers! -LK 🙂
Slips off this chair (for beddies) and thanks Lisa for the drinks…. I’m sure I will return again!!!! Loved the snaps on the walls and may add a few myself, if I can work out how to post the blighters!
Did I bring a coat????? (What the hell was in those drinks)
Staggers out mummmmmbling Chhhhhheeeeeerssssss