The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      June -2013                                              Number-1


So, We’ll Go No Mor A-Roving So L8 N2 D Nyt

by Nathaniel S. Rounds

The camel from Ellesmere Island

Wore a winter parka and drank too much coffee

Wore big ugly glasses and spoke way too often

About a viral mustache squid

Direct trade and investing in a kale chips skateboard

But she had a bright heart and was generous to a fault

Selling hand-crafted bottles of beer in her

Artisan cardigan-turned fez and parka

Driving her biodiesel –fueled- auto rickshaw

While listening to banjo music full-blast

With the windows down and the heat breathing fire

Through the heat ducts on the dash and floor

And she will bravely press on

In the autonomous territory of Nunavut

Sharing hipster aphorisms minus empty words

Like thirty fragments of tibia

Broken down into lozenge-size bites

Outwearing full moon’s midnight

While burning it with a heart of fire