working out

“you going upstairs to write poems to help
pay your taxes?” my wife asks.
I owe the government $12,000.00
and the state $3.00
I sit down and square off in front of the
computer.
dance, baby, I tell it.
it just looks back at me with a blank
blue screen.
in the old days it was blank white
paper.
I wait on the computer.
nothing happens.
I go to the mouse and move to a new
icon:   STUPID GAMES.
I chose TAO
and begin to play against the
computer.

the muse walks over to my
refrigerator, gets a beer, opens it,
sits down, takes a gulp and
waits.