Today has been Monday for sure; I know, I know the calendar says Wednesday.

This is not a rant however, that was the post before this one. With this one I am again going into the forest of bare trees and white carpet, bare butt naked in the mind.

What exactly does that mean? I got the winter time blues. Do I let loose a poem? Can’t be looking in that crystal ball as Starpup left after posting the response to the daily prompt so who knows.

Every since winter brought it’s ugliness around this dawg’s Ghost Writer has disappeared from sight too. What’s an altered mind supposed to think when both his muse’s take vacation days at the same time?

After making the image and re-reading this, I thought this video might work…

Two Muses & a Poet

The time spent alone, without you in my head
Reveals the space you cluttered and left behind
A dam opened up; thoughts began to stream out
From Dawgy Daddy's once unpeaceful insane mind

Remember back in '74 when you first came around?
Scribbling those thoughts of horror, no one read
Comforting my overloaded self-conscious reasoning
Insane ideas overlapping inside my confused head

Two muses' and his jester, making their way into a void
Protecting each other in the turmoils encountered
This is an example of what I am trying to say to you
What kind of a fool would use that word to rhyme?

This is but a fraction of the madness found within
On the cloud of fluffy, puffy vapors, we travel in time
Three amigo's not related to the big movie with fame
Two muses' and a Dawg inside a peaceful insane mind.

Yes I still have the winter times blues.

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