Muse Vomit
Every now and then my Muse visits me when she's been indulging in drink with the fairies. The inspirations she gives me at those times are incomplete and twisted...but they are not invaluabe. I record those ramblings here, in hopes that she will make sense of it all upon her return to me.


Sunday, February 15, 2004  

why do I let you
make me feel this way?

day after day
allowing your gentle invasion
waiting for that phone to ring

and when it doesn't ring
I just cry
or stare into space like now
numb
thinking about you with her

II wonder how long I can continue
to let you trample the fields
and burn campfires in the hollows
of my heart

I wonder if even I have the strength
to once more take up my sword
to again give out the battle cry
to weather
one more war

or will I be paralyzed
by your own paralysis
indecision, weakness, and fear

posted by The Amazon | 10:13 AM

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