My Muse (An Assault)

Once again I find you writing lines on someone you barely know. What is it that you wanted, calling out to me in such a late hour? Like the boy who cried wolf, you are! You got some nerve girl thinking you can turn to me asking me to forget ! Last time you drag me out in the heat, under the blazing sun of July telling me it’s worth all the fuss and trouble. And I said, ‘What the hell! Maybe it is so.’ This time is raining and you’re doing it again, only this time you ain’t even sure yourself. What is it that you want girl? I got no answers for you. And I’m tired of your melancholy moods. And of all your smoking. And your dreamy gazing out the window. And your long silences. And of those goddamn mushy songs you keep listening to. Look at all these lines you’ve written, lying flat in their backs flooding the place up, reeking of rain and smoke. It’s like a goddamn minefield in here, everywhere I step a thought goes ‘bang’ and before you know it more lines! Words following words forming long grey lines, lying there deaf and dumb, and for what? I’ll tell you what for! For no reason at all! It’ll do you no good, your catatonic prose and poetry. It never did. And you better ram those popping thoughts of yours right down where they came from, cause they’re driving me nuts! Sprouting all over the place spreading like a poisonous ivy, making my skin itch like hell! I’m done talking to you girl and if you don’t get your act together, that’s the last you’ll ever hear from me! I’m going to bed now so keep it quiet, you hear?