Not My Circus
Poems are exploding out of my mind field
Like bullets ricocheting in lots of directions
Once they leave the shoot I have no control
Ideas are bantered about unlikely, unbidden
Un-coaxed, spontaneous out-of-control missiles
The same poems that have been imploding in my dreams
I ask my muse, do you need my help?
She dances and laughs, kicking around ideas
Seriously, I say. Can I do anything?
She smiles at me and I hear
Not your circus, not your monkeys.
I begin to type….
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