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Muse Wanted
Rounded up the muses
kicking screaming
Put them against
word-encrusted wall
To television's bloody din
Shamelessly
shot them all
The rating is mightier than
the pen that lies dormant
in my shattered hand
I held
sobbing Calliope
dying in my arms
As the soundtrack swelled to the end
So handfashioned
the best kind of bomb
Lofted it high
above my empty head
Explosion of expression
song laugh and scream
Ignored the script
ad-libbed a silence
A still unwritten post-modern dream
The clocks hands to not move the second act
Does not commence the actors stand weaving
No magic on an umbelieving audience the fact
Confused for fiction the programs are blanker
Than muses bullet-riddled
frozen in thought
Starving artists eat newsprinted reviews for supper
In their bright hovels
with cat screams for encores
And prowl the magazine racks with
superstitious eyes
Glancing at help wanted ads that
desperately beg
Become a volunteer muse low pay long hours some perks
Moderate risks involved some benefits free halo
