Where did you go, my muse?
Have you wandered
bored
into the Colorado wilderness, as I stay in and watch tv and read non-fiction.

Are you too good for a blue-collar diet,
when I come home from work and loosen my collar,
when I ring your bell before bed,
where are you?

When I drink all night and wake with vapid women
who don’t read,
do you pity me enough to find a better vessel?
Have I abused my body too long, like a tired mare you refuse to take out west,
duck past the city lights and deluge of skylight white night,
where the sounds reverberate against the stars,
where just an echo
rattles through me and I feel alone.