Sep 14 2008
A Mused
Captured the mind?
that constantly
ticks and
scratches
with pulse and pen
a furtive eye
sanguine wit
reStless soul
The thought ejects itself
like a factory second
and explodes into
laughter
splattering against the wall
And then it plays
the tune again
a silly ditty
that repeats over
and over in my mind
until I’d rather hear
teeth grating tin foil
‘til I’d rather be herding
cats in a tornado
But above the roar it
plays
and plays some more
and I daren’t wonder
at its truth
or its eyes
and can only be
a-Mused
until the music ends (will it?)
copyright 2008
