A Glimpse of the Muse
I caught a glimpse of the muse today
ahead in a crowd
coy smile turned my way
in an instant gone
spot of color in a monochrome fray
my heart, for an instant, forgot to beat
teeth catch my shout to stay
rough shoulders
coarse fabrics
all pressing round
air hot and stale
breathed by those others
rasping their rattle like sound
I push through, I cry out
finally lips have unloosed
only earns me hoarse shouts
dark faces, dark eyes
pouring down dark fear and doubt
spun out on carrow
castdown on main
my soul flew like an arrow
hope slucing into rusted drains
gurgled
like raw throats
choking
living only to die
and god help a man with light in his eye
'cause man just wasn't meant to fly...
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