Always Carry a Pen (If You Get My Drift)

Where is my sword?
Where is my tablet?
When a good fury strikes.

Many times a gusher rush forth.
Without a bucket in possession.
If there is one it has a hole
And a hand can only hold so little.
So much precious muses’ nectar is lost
Or quenches the now moistened dirt.

March 1999

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