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DRAWING A BLANK
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EVEN WHORES HAVE FEELINGS
Drawing a blank
not able to think
of a thing
every time I try
it bottles up and hides
the game of hide & seek
of imagination
is played out
in endless time
we can not subjugate
the meaning
or reflect on the time
that is passing
and I try to be
the great poet
but it clams up inside
the game of poetry
dashes around me
creatively stymied
in winter time air
they say just do it
but soundbites
are better for politicians
than they are for poets
I am me
or other bullshit
that’s supposed to tell me
what sneakers to buy
or where to eat lunch
the level of intrigue
is rising
yet I remain indifferent
still uninspired
try to think about the city;
imperial stout
foreign languages;
can’t get a moment’s fire
it just won’t ignite
sip on another beer
light up a cigar
think about sex, sex, sex
doesn’t give an inch
muses laying dormant
leaf thru newspaper
and spiral notebooks
look out at the past
wagon wheel uncovered
outer space journeys
bus stations and train stations
bar rooms filled
when we take a drink
I try to doodle
with the word
but the rhyme is broken
no thoughts churning
but it’s just as well
the need to light up
and get things rolling
want to write something new
something fresh
something electrifying
but I’m drawing a blank
when I set out to try
think about the streets
try to find a sequence
splatter words
in mock rhythmic sequence
onto the page
maybe someone will
call it poetry
but I can’t find a tone
the grooves are elusive
my mind can’t grasp
the fleeting images
uninspired;
not able to make it flow
ideas don’t rise
images don’t flourish
I’m drawing a blank
reading Henry Miller
and listening to music
from around the world
all the heroes
coming and going
I check out the immortals
I try to be one
but nothing is rising
the midnight mass is nearing
and the screams from Hell
are heard around us
but I stay inert
unable to move an inch
and get the ball rolling
into the new night
still drawing a blank
