By B.K.
Date: 2004 Oct 20
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A Muse Me

Lately the words
Are jammed tight
Within the light of me
I feel that if I hiccup
To the left or right
Twelve love poems
A song of woe
And a novel
Idea might come flying out of me
So I'm buttoning my lip up tight
Till I know exactly
What this muse
Wants so fervently
To SCREAM about me