When the Muse Abandons You
My muse has unfriended me.
No more vague instant messages.
No more enigmatic emails.
No more ethereal prompts posted
to my home page.
I am abandoned to the mundane
calculations of a small mind
trapped by small considerations
such as what to buy
for dinners this week, what
paper goods to replenish,
what staples, like rice and onions,
to re-supply. It's not so much
sad to be alone as boring and banal.
No second, third or fourth opinions
rearrange and ruffle the shopping list.
It's only you and the cats
shaping the small commerce
of a small household. And the cats
have very limited concerns
such as is there kibble to nibble?
Will we have our canned pate'?
Will there be fresh litter to clump
and freshen our excrement? And,
where is the nip? You promised us nip.
No more vague instant messages.
No more enigmatic emails.
No more ethereal prompts posted
to my home page.
I am abandoned to the mundane
calculations of a small mind
trapped by small considerations
such as what to buy
for dinners this week, what
paper goods to replenish,
what staples, like rice and onions,
to re-supply. It's not so much
sad to be alone as boring and banal.
No second, third or fourth opinions
rearrange and ruffle the shopping list.
It's only you and the cats
shaping the small commerce
of a small household. And the cats
have very limited concerns
such as is there kibble to nibble?
Will we have our canned pate'?
Will there be fresh litter to clump
and freshen our excrement? And,
where is the nip? You promised us nip.
Get them the nip, and they'll release your muse. It's happened to me. Those little demons are craftier even than they look!
"It's only you and the cats
shaping the small commerce
of a small household."
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Ah the muse, my muse. She's seeing someone else and doing things to him she never did for me.
I got a kick of this, all of this, but maybe esp. the kitty par.
"You promised us nip, Mo-fo!"
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Gary, I got your muse right here. send bitcoins, if you want to see her again. Or, maybe not. *
or else, and why not, I could see you a good slightly "used muse." you could just polish her up.
yeah, that word should read "sell you," sell you a good used muse.
Made me smile. *
The muse comes the muse goes.
"Where is the nip?"
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Rachna.
Thank you, Ray.
Thank you, Charlotte.
Thank you, Jenny.
Thank you, Jerry. Used Muse.
Gotta love that!
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Kitty.
The cats know best.
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I read this to my new cat Zeus, who nodded in agreement. Made my morning, Gary.
Thank you, Daniel
* last stanza is so great
Thank you, Arturo.
Condolences on the loss of your muse.
Thank you, Paul. She's looking for a better ear to whisper into.
Oh my- Yes.
Favorite lines: "abandoned to the mundane
calculations of a small mind"
Thank you, Sam.
Will we have our canned pate'?
Will there be fresh litter to clump
and freshen our excrement? And,
where is the nip? You promised us nip.--"*"
Thank you, Kyle.