Fruitless Night - A Villanelle

Where can you be, my beautiful Muse?
My brow wrinkles with impotent thoughts.
Come to me, you are mine to use.

It's no substitute, this bottle of Sake I abuse.
The drink is gone and I've no poem to write,
where can you be, my beautiful Muse?

So many sheets of paper, I have tried to use.
You wandering, fickle woman,
come to me, you are mine to use.

Tomorrow; “you're lazy!” Tim will accuse.
But I'll show these papers, spread out on my desk.
where can you be, my beautiful Muse?

At least ten grade points, I'll surely lose
I need a poem tonight, I must hear from you soon.
Bring yourself here, you are mine to use

You've cheated on me and I know it.
Gone out to find a better poet.
Where can you be, my beautiful Muse?
Come to me, you are mine to use!