this bus is mine the muse at

the back sends me

instant messages

--inspiration comes C.O.D.

this muse won't take

American Express is

a bitch in

trousers equal opportunity

destroyer in a muscle shirt

calls me collect to say

the future is

cellular

makes me pass through security at

airports hold my bladder at

Notre Dame pries me open just to

sprinkle toxic stars in

my soup talks to me of

bloated fountains and lower

cholesterol whips

me with internecine

suspenders promises to

deliver me from heartburn

and debt even

bolster immunity to

the news.

the muse at the back of

this bus sends

sky graffiti from

granite tenements then comes

like a symphony in

my mouth this bitch at

the back of the bus is

mine.