Muscle Poems

Don’t speak, Anastasia

The Medieval Nine

Entertain yourself, Anastasia

In Medieval rhyme.

I’m not evil

I simply live backwards.

Don’t get old, Anastasia

Even the score.

Don’t exaggerate, Anastasia

Just insist. I hear you.

Just, no more.

The heart asks pleasure first, some say

Why take it away?

The soul is turning, Anastasia

Don’t take anything, literal, anymore!

Anastasia, where may I go?

If not here, in Hell

With your megalomania

Accusing me of mine?

With my ear to the floor

On Beethoven’s chords

The Medieval Nine

Goes time, Anastasia

And sets me to my freedom

Down to your accord.

So, the path, Anastasia

Is affronted because you close the door?

So out the window

We both go. You’ll say it’s fine.

See you later, Anastasia

Do your own Medieval Time!