Dear Muse - ireneintheworld

 

Predict my text and vex

the Jonah complex that eats

at time scraped

from my knife – strife.

 

Inject visions, conclusions

into my veins and push

intentions like drugs to

smother me in graffiti.

 

Give me orders, deadline

my future curtail my time

fine-tune my actions

put me in traction – stretch this limo.

 

Be ruthless, extract

the words from this soul

sell me down some river

drive me off a cliff, as if

 

there were best-sellers

deep in my heart. Start

the revolutions, make me tremble

at the roiling swarm.

The End

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