Thursday, November 27, 2008

When i lost my muse


I had lost the inspiration

For what was my passion,

They said; smoke a joint

I still didn't get the point

Said a prayer

But still didn't get there

 

At the Sunday salon

Where I lay forlorn

Sat with the noveau poets

Couldn't add a word to the sonnet

 

Then you came along

And I wrote a song

My muse was back

And only you I could thank