Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Writer's Block

I'm stumped
Mind's blank as the paper that I stare at
The sheet's peeking at me
We watch each other
Me and the paper
Paper and me
The perfect combination
With blankness in common
Blank expression
Blank appearance
And nothing comes to mind
A brain fog
And its not even cloud number 9

I'm in a rut
I'm stuck
I'm fucked
And I can't even nut
Then it came to me
It came to me naturally
Like sex that's uninhibited
Pussy that's distributed
And I walked away
Closed my notebook
Put away my pen
And didn't come back for days
Days turned to weeks
And then it hit me

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