Merciless Muse*

Taking on the side roads

one by one

ill at ease

trying to appease

The wandering muse

Who would be much happier

if I was hers

and hers alone.

Yet she is the in-between

allowed

between the work, the play,the family

whetting her desire for more.

Strange spirit

take what is freely given

that in my quest for freedom

we may lock in harmony

and bare results

more spoken wisely

than spoken more in pain.