Poem

Oh, damn, my old house blew a fuse
When by a light I called a Muse
But in the dark it came to me
A flood of thought I could not flee
I let it wash myself away
To a strange land so far away
But then my dad, the fixer-guy,
Replaced the fuse, and closed my eye.
So I'll try again to call the muse
And hope again he'll blow the fuse.