...Undesignated Storm...

There is no place

no designated space

of which I can

perform

the basic needs

a writer heeds

or a magician

could call

the norm

There is no template

or smoother slate

no spontaneous date

to which I cannot

be late

There is the arm

of the couch

or a dark corner

where I crouch

in the elbow of the room

be it kitchen or basement gloom

When the Muse begins

Her Storm...