Muddled Muse

You are my maniacal muse Interrupting every morning thought Spilling like black coffee Onto white linen I cannot bleach you out You are the adolescent paperboy Delivering to me Songs I have never before heard Leaving them on my doorstep Wrapped in plastic Safe from the rain I reach for another cigarette Promising myself to shed the old habit And then realize how you habitually carouse my mind You make me want to play in the sun Wander in the woods Sleep late on Sunday Fill my kitchen with spiced air And stretch out sleepily In your arms The only thing I do not know Is if you know this At all.....