No muses need apply.
There are no vacancies.
The muse pool is brimming
With metaphors:
'They are thieves
In the night,
Absconding stars
Of time and direction.'
No muses need apply
To classifieds calling
To The Lonely Hearts,
Whose term has expired:
'SWM wants SWF
for Pina Coladas.
Cave optional.'
Lonliness has carried them
To the gates, where
Lonliness awaits.
No. No muses neep apply.
Notes no longer passed
Between rows
In copy-book pages,
Where a returned smile
Meant Sarturday night.
No muses need apply.
Eyes have dried.
No more similies
As you depart,
No figures of speech
From muted heart.
You have left.
That's a start.
No muses need apply.
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