Paralipomemnon

You coffee is worth a Nobel
A novel I am into for that coffee
is the same panacea
for a patient
etherized

on my desk.

stirring string upon string
on my desk

the Muse

arrived.

I am not a port.

Legerdemain is my name, coffee spilled out
to heal a wound
to wound again and to heal once

more

Muse

Musing, I am not the Muse Homer once called
not even Virgil's

their songs I tried to replay
is the silence in my name.