Muse

Sometimes she just sits there

in the corner

staring into herself.

Apparent yet empty,

not even a concept, just

afterglow of rainbow

in clear air, or,

memory of her standing there 

on the platform

after the train has left.

“This life and death thing,

they got it all wrong….

there was never anything

except “now”,

and even that’s questionable.”

(So that’s where the words 

come from! From the invisible 

kingdom beyond time and space!

Beyond the veils of conditioned

existence! In the room with her

in the corner, drinking gin and
masturbating furiously!)