green-eyed monsters visit me smack me left and right warp my vision fry my brain in cold-fusioned passion i try to communicate through the wicked tubes that connect you and me i shut my eyes for the devils that are out on the bay today no sailing for me no water no wind no people my muse calls in and whips me into writing forces me to finish this wretched piece of fiction then slips away like a pipe dream i end a story that consumes my heart that sears the rims of my darkened soul my mind tries to protect procrastinates scours the net for snippets of sweetness and love finds none i cry for characters that die my hands slick with blood dripping from their broken skins i crave the muse’s resurrection hunger for his twists to bring them back to life and i wonder…