My Muse is Sick of the Night
The night can sometimes enhance my sensations
The dark gives vent to my often weird adumbrations
It seems to stir up my slumbering imagination
Until my sleeping self succumbs to the molestation
My slumber can no longer hide from this irritation
So I must get out of bed and begin my new creation.
Continued attempts to sleep are absolutely futile
Continued attempts to sleep are absolutely futile
So I prop myself up in front of my PC for awhile.
Hour after hour the night rolls on soundlessly
I drink my coffee and abuse my muse endlessly
Just when I think I’ve got it, I have to get up and pee
When I return both my bladder and my muse are empty.
I close the blinds rather than face the glare of day
My thoughts are intense thinking there must be a way
I crank up my stereo and rattle the windows of my home
Someway, somehow I'm going to write this poem.
I close my eyes and give in to my darkest musings
I await inspiration hoping for at least one or two things
I close my eyes and set my imagination free
Then suddenly I have to get up again and pee.
The music is beginning to have its effect
I can do this, I proclaim, or at least I suspect
Suddenly there are a whole host of fantasies
Opening up within my mind for me to see.
It happens in this darkness when I am alone
I find the needed ingredients to write this poem
My mind locates a path and darts both left and right
It happens in the dark listening to my music at night.
Now is your chance. By intent or happenstance
You’ve stumbled upon my little nightly dance
You have the power to make my poem take flight
It always helps to play a little music in the night.
This piece was inspired by Phantom of the Opera with apologies to Andrew Lloyd Webber
Timothy D. Culey -2011-
