I Can't Write part ii

I can’t write 12-07


I can’t write – don’t worry it’s just a passing phase – another bad day – a kick in the head – fall out of bed – with a bad luck dream – and a mojo cursed

Hands squirming – to a halt – at the fountain of youth – the serum to a cottoned mouth – then to return to a myth – but the second wind does now hit

No – I can’t sleep either – been up all night – just day dreaming – all about digging out – out of this hole – out of this trench – this grave

I feel dead – playing witness to a play – as the actors with dizzying accuracy re-design my thoughts – to navigate them - in this way that way - any which way and every way

I can’t think straight – I think in waves – with some zig zags – and jagged edge – walking – the razor – tip toe like a ballet – graceful moves in poetic breath

These eyes – dancing around issues – bouncing from star to star – from bar to bar – holding court with a moon – and bathing in morning dew

Magnificent – shimmering beams – oh morning sun – has thou conquered another night – causing mind to wander from thy slumber

Straight into distress – must get up – get set – and go get dressed – for more stress – ride on the coat tails to success – gotta be the best

I can’t fight this – leaving – soul less floating – taking flight – away from rush hour mess – watching as fog twirls from icicle lips – that can’t confess

And cannot write – about these sound scapes - haunting halls – bouncing off wall to wall – crashing - causing fingers - lips to a hush

I can’t sleep – holding the night as a vacant lover – that i’ve come to trust