Saturday, July 5, 2008

Dud

The big letdown wasn't sex
or fireworks. It was words:
mine.
The Muse not at fault. She
lit a fire under me and I put
them
down faithfully, as quick as
I could, backed off to a safe
distance,
and waited for the show to
start: and there it fizzled--
died.
Damnit. Another dud ... it
figures I'd write the rotten
one
in the group. So what do I
do now? Try once more or
quit?

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (7/5)