Mercurial Gemini
I am in the mood of the moment, but I am a Gemini
so that one is gone before I can remember what the heck it was
I throw things onto a page and stare at them
Wondering who is inside writing this junk?
Where is it coming from?
Who am I channeling?
Trixie, my muse is all prissy, accepting the full credit
Even when it is not hers.
I know her style.
This is not even her hand writing.
Mercurial Gemini, I am quicksilver in so many ways.
Easily slipping and sliding inside myself,
In no way stable.
Which is what I love the most about myself.
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