The hopes
passed
the dream
dried up about
three minutes ago
and in my mourning
a strange sense of relief
overcomes me
It will be good
to not be hassled
by nagging muses
the next time
I have to take a dump
or the next time
I’m waiting for a train
or the next time
I’m eating at a Burmese restaurant
Surely
some good will come
from this ill fate