Sitting in my favorite chair
blankly gazing to and through
the abysmal concrete wasteland below
chewing on something
anything
Knowing damn well it won't do itself
the page will still be blank
and the dish ..
the dish of that something I'm chewing on
is gonna be dirty .. and empty
I'll be stuffed
and all that thinkin' blood will rush below
race to the scene of gluttony
to digest the frustration I fed
goodbye brain .. hello gut .. glut gut
Brain now dirty and empty like that dish
cranial pot
attempts to control my process
firing anemically uninspired synaptic bursts
effectively suppressing creative muse
Obviously all is lost
defeat by self annihilation
dirty pots .. empty dishes win the day
what am I gonna do
failure is imminent
Will nothing console this wretched beast
seeking inspiration here ..
it wasn't out the window
dirty dish .. empty pot failed me miserably
c'mon .. come to daddy
Sitting in my favorite chair
chair of angst .. of brutalization
Self flagellation looms on the horizon
as writers religion
demands the ultimate sacrifice
Damned chair feels lumpy
dish is empty .. and dirty
I'm bored .. guess I'll write
this stark reminder of what it sometimes takes
you can read it .. but this one's for me
Facker
April 19, 2019
April 19, 2019
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