VERSELESS

my muses have abandoned me
them gals of yore have set me free
the dudes i've been
or tried to be
have flown the coop
and let me be

there ain't no verse
in me at all
i walk the fields
i pace the hall
i've sought the archives
for a tome
to spark the process
of a poem

but phrases fester
in my mind
they drip a little
then they bind
i'm out of patience
and of time

the best i've got?

this little rhyme