Half
I was chasing the muse at the Blue Hyena
Pluto was her name
but the way that she glowed could eclipse the Milky Way
she had captured the eyes of the whole cantina
and held them with no shame
so my pen hit the page as she sipped a cabernet
"she's half a miracle and half a curse
she's only beautiful to hurt you worse"
well she seemed entertained as I raised an eyebrow
staring at the words
that seemed to write themselves just to mock me cold and cruel
and she twisted her hair and she dipped her finger
in the cabernet
and rubbed the wine on her lips while she watched the doorman drool
...so I wrote
"she's half a fantasy and half a freak
queen of the galaxy diabolique"
line after line after verse after verse
the signal she sent was death in reverse
with every gesture inspiration came
the pen was the poet and the fuel was the flame
shoulda seen her sitting there
with that wicked smile on her face
she knew exactly what she was doing to me
she was really really cold hearted about it
by the end of the night she was Aphrodite
and I was Hemingway
but the question remained would the circle be complete?
so I made my approach and she asked politely
before she stepped away
'Would the muse live or die if I lay down at your feet?'
she's half Vesuvius and half the breeze
she drove me curious to toss the keys
copyright 2000 Tim Hall
