Muse on holiday – prose

eh 4 drafts sit
few lines here
there
3 words maybe 4
in the WP file

can’t think
have nothing
word avoidance
muse on my left
now sits behind
arms on each
shoulder

t
e
a
s
i
n
g

go on write
what the hEll is wrong with
yOu

stop being so pushy
it’s not happenin’
lack of – inspiration
b—k pages staring

writing dribble
yet not
sshhhhh muse
let me get some
sleep

tomorrow is another day
the ‘Course’
head is full of
other things

you can return – then
I shall return
have a holiday for
ONE day

I stare at the huntsman
long legs furry
white/brown creepy
outside my window

sitting there for 4 days now
legs outstretched
I shiver looking up at him/her
sex of a spider – who can tell

perhaps I’ll  write of iT
nope…already did