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Oh!

I'm so unamused

At being ignored by muses.

So irritated,

To see a black field covered

with white streaks

Behind my eyelids

Instead of words burned there.



Oh! Oh, Calliope!

I call, but I feel no recognition.

And so I move on;

Dearest Mnem,

Won't you answer me, Mnemosyne,

Mother of muses,

And tell your pretty daughters

To come to pay me a call, to chase away

The darkness behind my eyelids?





But no,

I'm left the utter left overs

And fragments of poems

Written by other poets somewhere who

Can't quite figure out why

Their writing isn't nearly as done

As they would like it.



Oh, Thalia, oh!

Will you not open your ears to my voice?

Or, perhaps call upon your sister's

To lend their time for just a moment

To lend a little inspiration?



I would be happy, even

With Taliesin, mere bard...



Instead, here I am

Mired in muck

Up to my elbows

With only a Leanan Sidhe

For company.



2:12 am

June 18, 2003