Bound

The last few prints 

were all too similar

I probably won't be able to write it the same

but in all of it

career just got in the way

In the center lies 

the proverbial nymph

On one she was a model

on another she was an heir

On one they met at a basement of a Methodist church

she chain smoked and he liked it

I can't recall the last time it happened

I think it was when I wrote scarlet

for days it made me feel that fire in my gut

It's not a nymph

More like a muse

Her presence presides over me as she walks to and fro

something I've felt before

In earshot she laughs 

Man oh man she laughs

Bread and jam is not nearly enough

I clearly have no shot

even then I wouldn't make the throw

It's something I've felt before

What I can say is that

this feeling is gone.

Until it comes back

I'll leave it alone.

Seasons had changed and so have I
I lost some seed and I'm down on my luck

It's bound to change again