Thursday, June 09, 2005

patience

i will let you be poet,
paying homage
to another you call muse.
i’ll stick to prose.

i will let you be poet,
find passion
in her arms, her eyes.
i’ll stick to prose.

i will let you be poet,
won’t hold you
to rash promises.
i’ll stick to prose.

and when she leaves you,
as muses are wont to,
i shall, like one starved,
help you gather the pieces
and write prose.

2 comments:

jaygee said...

Hey just read a poem on the search for the muse (on caferati).. and this one..:) some connection eh?

Anil said...

so you think a muse is only for poetry and not for prose?

and are you still in new york?