Distracted Muse

Isn't it amazing, poets,
what comes between us and
poetry?
That privet root I didn't notice
till I was hanging out the washing.
And the car registration -
Gods! they'll never give me another pink slip.
No, I am not going to do another load of washing
or pick up that piece of old spaghetti
- even the lizards are trying to hypnotize me -
or think about the dog's fleas
or the two mice
that went walking in the kitchen last night.
Only a strong coffee can get me started now.
If I could just track down that green folder
or is it the blue one?
No, lizards, you will not have your way
for I must needs reflect upon
my poet's epitaph.