Museless

My muse has exited via the stage door She says my life is such a bore That the red spice wastes upon floor That I can try but find chewed up chore My memoirs are merit less with no flare My heart is useless for no one cares The stars are fruitless for at them I stare And do less than imagine them there Heard of a song I did not know I failed to sway in the flow Of sing a long as life’s teal toast My mind less inclined to divinely grow My muse refuses to rescue me From confusing red reverie Of days past of vast poetry Get off your horses Azz and sing Sing of love which once had I Or sing of black bird in the sky Sing of crystal blue tears I cry Sing of escape from tragedy called life My muse is loose and stepping on my toes Playing my mind like a Devine piano I try to coax her back in her rose cage She won’t come easy and she won’t stay.