MUSELESS by Uche F. Okpara

Here, I lay in the loneliness of my sheet,
Turning and turning empty pages again,
I require the presence of a muse
I need to use my pen, I plan to wet the sheets.
Let me PENetrate and cause a form,
Let me play god and create a subject,
For I will build PUNographic images in her head,
Starting on a fast note, I will incise pleasure at the end
She will moan in rhythm and rhymes,
Hoping to make me write in between lines,
I hope she comes and never leave me lust,
So she could bear a child- a piece worthy of my image
Else, I will WORDsturbate in foolish practise,
Tapping the tip of my pen to wet the clean sheets in vain
But my piece amounts to nothing without her.

#thelazysonofhercules (c) 2015