Muse

Another poem for your delectation this week. The reason for this choice kind of speaks for itself when you read it. I think. 

Muse

Some of my poems are meant to amuse

Others are to express the blues

Some are in hope that romance woos

Some are even fuelled by booze

But there's a fallacy I'd like to abuse

As it's assumed that I can choose

The inspiration that I will use

But I know no way to choose a muse

What do you mean, what am I thinking about? I'm wondering where I left my clothes!

A smile can sometimes light the fuse

And start an impulse I can't refuse

From a fleeting touch a poem ensues

(Some can even come in twos)

A word, a phrase, the daily news

A sparkling insight as I snooze

A niggling thought that festers and stews

Can cause the words to flow and ooze

So step back now, protect your shoes

This isn’t just some elaborate ruse

I merely wish to not confuse

And at the very most simply bemuse

Bear in mind these are only my views

I’m looking neither for boos or coos

I write down the words so I don’t lose

The ability to distinguish between who’s and whose

“You’re a hack”, some may accuse

And heaven knows there’s many clues

But please, I have an ego that’s easy to bruise

And my indulgences I ask you excuse

For I know no way to choose a muse