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Apr 2013
the only calliope
i ever really wanted
has already decided
she's through with me
without giving me
a chance to speak.
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and she's polyhymnia
in the comedy of hell,
raising voice in praise
of anything she respects
and in that she garners
all the power intrinsic.
-
no need for erato
when she's around
to keep my arteries
and thoughts clear
of emotional plaque
and writers' embolisms.
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she is euterpe on a stage
of all the beautiful words
in all the beautiful languages
that can never be explained,
only known, and loved
and said in blissful ignorance.
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she's thalia and melpomene,
comedy and tragedy,
laughter in her steps,
and springtime song,
and the ache of departure
evident in her wake.
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terpischore at play
when the music starts,
involuntary, a reflex;
dancing is like breathing
to she who will break
my heart so many times.
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she is urania --
she keeps my eyes
on infinity and away
from sights that feel
like shaky index knuckles
on unforgiving pistol triggers.
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she is clio, keeper
of simple night histories,
because those are what
she lives for,Β Β and those are
what i've always mused upon
living for -- with her.
but i don't think i'll be writing much anymore.
bobby burns
Written by
bobby burns  23/DC
(23/DC)   
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