by on September 29, 2019 :: 0 comments

When my muse is not around
I stare at empty lines
No need to even pick up
Pen pencil quill

Take out order delivered
Subdue my gnawing hunger
For words & nourishment
Only stains on my notebook

Stale cookie held not
Promise nor fortune
I write with chopsticks
When my muse is not around

– Terrence Sykes

editors note:

Tapped out with take-out, when it’s muse’s night out. – mh clay

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