22 Sep 99
Muse
Your love was good for something
It brought out the muse in me
When it made me happy
I wrote about the joy in me
When it made me sad
I trashed it
In the words
I entered in pain
When it made me horny
It made the pages racy
And lurid
With the desire in me
Ain’t it funny
It’s what most seem to want to read
About my wants for the thing
That you rarely would give to me
CALDER WOLFE