Drifting off on some on some delirious; dreamy; distant breeze
Sifting through my thoughts as they taunt; tantalize and tease
Serenanaded by the sultry summer sun; swayed by stormy seas
Persuaded by mistress poetry as she plays with me and pleads
This quill has me demented, longing for literary appease
Tranquil yet tormented by this lingering lyrical disease

That jogs and jokes with my tired imagination
Then prods & pokes. This pen-shaped flagellation
Whips me into lacerated; bleeding desperation
Clipped and incarcerated by my needing preperation
100’s of ink-starved stories stuck in mental gestation
One dreads to think the gory rut of zero inspiration


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