Muse Fragments

1. Standing on a high ledge sky-watching the distance is a great way to look good in a poem. Soon the ledge will crumble. 2. I am the lone survivor of a bad sea poem automatically I start rowing toward another salty tale. What else can I do? Just too many talking fish in my head. 3. She names only the baby green turtles that scurry into the open beaks of seabirds. Those that survive go into the ocean unnamed. A muse is like that. 4. Here is a sparrow corpse, catacomb of grubs. Next to the dead bird is this poem - spirit riddled by flesh, and blown through broken lungs. They are the same.