Picking a Muse








It is 3 a.m. and
Andy goes shopping
for his muse.

Amongst the cereal and
cabbages and condoms,

the frozen pizzas, peas
and pirogues; the peanuts,

prostitutes, ham and humas
and hot dogs —

he choose soup…
and made millions.

Posted to the Mag

Photo Credit: Bob Adelman


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

10 responses to “Picking a Muse

  1. what aisle are the prostitutes on?

    i would say he made a good choice. smiles.

  2. Helen

    Pick an aisle, any aisle ~~ nice response to the photo!!

  3. Could it be said ‘he was on the make’, then? LOL

  4. Exact imagining I have. My thesis, the solitary shoplifter . . .


  5. No accounting for taste – in soup, as in art…

  6. Haha! I love your take on the picture. Brilliant! 😀

  7. nicely done….thanks for sharing

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