Give me a Moment, Muses! - A poem of too many ideas

I tried working a story.
Honestly, I really did today.
But poems flowed out instead,
jamming the brain waves harshly.

So now I sit here,
typing the jumbled runoff fast
trying hard to stay afloat
amid my mind's turbulent stream.

Oh, please let me edit instead, my muses!
I feel better with virtual chainsaw in hand!
Chopping words up to bury in deep trenches!

Coffee and smoke both failed
to let me recover control!
So the poems dance out
over keyboard issuing dust clouds.

This is my writing life,
dealing with what feels right
to pour out for others
as the moment grabs me.

Oh, give me a moment, my fair muses!
To catch my breath before shifting gears again!
Lest I grind away my fragile mental gears!

Now the story calls again.
Stridently the characters demand attention!
Pissed off over their neglect
as poetry distracted a while.

Hear them plotting against me?
Seeking to flee these confines?
They demand better working conditions,
shorter hours, less mid-stream interruptions!

Oh, here we go again, my quirky muses!
Handing me pen for one hand, eraser other!
You wily wenches know I'm not really ambidextrous!

Quiet moments often get shattered
by conflicting tales to tell
that each demand full attention
lest they throw temper tantrums!

This is why some drink!
Oh, indeed, it really is!
Now back in your cages,
you unruly mentally conjured mob!

Oh, bring me a whip tonight, my muses!
The characters you favored me with impishly
have decided to throw a riot inside me!

Noises without me pass fast,
barely heard above their din.
I try to keep flowing
but the stream runs dry.

One of these damned days,
I'm gonna invest in tools
that scare off jaded characters
who just want more attention.

Oh, hand me that plot twist, my muses!
The characters deserve even more pain this day!
Unless they promise to stop with the contradictions!
Not to mention lose their jealousy of poems!

18April2013 - Dyfedd Rex