Deviled Eggs

Ahhh
the devil you know.

In this case
once again
the dastardly dr. morse.

It’s not his fault really.
He absolutely cringes at clowns
and dolls.

But what do you expect the Muses to do
when they open a box,
hand delivered from gallery to studio,
(thank you Wendy and John)
penned atop with the bold and provocative signature…
For Heather, love Chris.

It took a few months for this particular iteration of a composition to formulate,
and for the moth infestation to be captured… and not released,
before the Muses
with a clever assist from Herself,
who put the “devil” in the mix,
were able to tie teacozy
to eggshells
which led to the ceramic eggplate from Ebay
and then to the supporting cast of mustard and scorpion sauce
both of which followed along like a gamboling spring lamb.

Once assembled
it was the work of a moment to see
that the books
which I had randomly grabbed
off of the topmost library shelf

were more than just another whim of the Muses…
“The Way of All Flesh” indeed…
and rather,
paraphrasing as Emily Dickinson wrote,
“All I need of hell”.