Muscle Poems

To,

The librarian of adventure

The rain sounds like a standing ovation.

I do not sit long in a dwindling vocation.

 

I bury my ashtray at sea,

I look before I sleep

Power naps are my fuel

I fight inside Shakespearean duels

Though no one sees.

 

My lover pops out of a Harlequin

I’ve read enough to know those charlatans.

Christopher Columbus, Ohio

I go my own way!

Conquistadors and mysteries

Mansions, hobbits and hyperboles

I stand on my desk

And proclaim it history!