poet woke up,
alone.
writes type-written want ad,
poet seeking part-time muse.
time snaps and the sunset whispers on,
no one answers the call.
everyone’s answered the call,
but not a soul, not a soul,
’cause there’s the words ‘n the face,
‘n it ain’t the face printed in the ad,
‘n the poet ain’t lookin’ for the real deal,
just
a
part-
time
sort
of
inspir-
a-
tion.
someone
to
love
the
fallin’
in
love,
too.
ain’t happenin’ to this poet,
but happens on occasion,
to poets,
not that I know any.
poets who
.:woke up alone:.
typin’ up that ad: .:part-time muse:.
.:, love:.
but that don’t happen.
not most days.
