She Comes Without Knocking
i could fall asleep
if i could just
get past all of the words.
the muse always comes
when you're already
in bed & naked
or on the toilet
reading paperbacks.
she comes without knocking
on days i can't
even find a pen.
she came so i
gave her a beer
& hoped she'd
stay a while.
a televangelist was
praying for assassinations,
but i couldn't have
pulled a dead dictator
out of the clogged toilet.
a red cross volunteer
knocked at the door
asking for money
help
sympathy
pity
& more money.
"do you want a beer?" i asked her.
the pain felt so painless
when it was that far away.
the closer it gets
the more alive it seems.
it was alright to
play outside again.
it might be
our last chance.
back inside the beer
was gone & so was
my muse.
somewhere towards
the back
a toilet was flushing.
Copyright © David Glines | Year Posted 2005
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