Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poetry Month

poetry for a month;
my meager offering
made to,
or received from,
the Muse

does she
abandon me now,
having overstayed my
in her presence

or does she reward me
past my persistence in
spewing vapid verses
into the ether,
hoping, on occasion,
she'll string together
one, or
coherent lines

either way,
for now
the month is over, so
I'll read the comics

1 comment:

  1. we'll miss your poetry, but there's always next year