Lost for Words

My muse shows up
at the strangest times.
Last night
it was in the middle of a hot dream
shouting “get your lover-boy rump up
I’ve got something to say!”
She’s rudely interrupted
in conversations with good friends—
“excuse me I have to go drain my muse”.
Or, taps me on my shoulder
going 80 mph,
reminding me I have a bad memory, so
I’d better stop and find a pen.
But, when all is quiet,
and the interests of the day
are snuggled up tight in trash bags, or
sleeping peacefully under
a cloud of snores,
she sits with me at the keyboard,
silent,
not musing a damned word!

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)