my muse the monster

My muse is no lovely lady,
!!HE!! :

but a hulking, monstrous creature,
slightly barnacled from his trips
across the oceans,
his skin red and calloused
from long walks through deserts,

with a gigantic alien head
(notable for small black eyes
and a great jutting jaw)
slightly battered and scarred
from his many misadventures

Wherever I go,
he always seems to find me,
seething with new ideas and projects.
He disturbs me night and day,
leaving little time for rest
or everyday life,
knocking on my door
with that bionic hand
that flashes futuristic green
and neatly slices phrases and ideas,
as well as tomatoes, avocados,
and wine bottle tops

Once, I locked seven doors
and safely inside
imbibed a fifth of whisky,
which soon brought on deep sleep.
I dreamt I was in Hawaii,
and he came down from a palm tree.
I dreamt I was a bird
and he said that was a word
so I could not be a bird,
but must write

My muse is no lovely lady,
!!HE!! :
A plague on him for a mad rogue