My Hands

My hands are clean;

They have done no wrong.
They only wish to write,
But they know not how
They end up without a single word written on the page.
The hands want to write,
But the brain is not working.
What now?
Time to find Chibi-Lowe.
Lowe takes my hands and writes
When the brain is dead.
The muse saves,
But he ran away to Guam.
Time to send out the minions.
The muse has returned.
Thank you, Lowe.
You can go back to Guam now.
Ja ne.