A muse in a bottle

I keep my muse in a bottle.

I shake it every once in a while-

Or tap it like a kid at a fish bowl-

It doesn’t move, stir or come back to life;

It just idly floats through its own filth.

I sigh.


I mutter as I flush in down the toilet

And put on my jacket to go buy another.

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