Fish stuck in a kiss who are now singing forever, <br />Like over used words at the lip <br />Of the mountain in <br />Deep snow, knowing nothing about the moon, who <br />Is just there- <br />Just over the rise, where the angelic stags are rutting <br />In anamorphous movements- <br />There, like gold near the saddle, rising high <br />And swayed back like gods over <br />My childhood, <br />Like the golden sweat won upon a long hike, <br />And nudes upon nudes kiss, <br />Like kindergarten and goldfish all over my <br />Missbehaved childhood, but now- oh now, my <br />Long abandoned muse- what- and oh what, <br />Can they possibly be doing.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-abandoned-muse/
