the inevitability of the pregnant pause
Posted: January 5th, 2019, 10:39 pm
the empty page calls
it has a voice not unlike
an entity with tonsils and a tongue,
while steadfastly remaining absolutely blank in the face
another year has expired and been recorded
some old habits got worse with my intentional abetting
some new ones seem either healthy or benign
but I must accept that I could merely be delusional, and twisting my account
of history..., I like keeping doors open for the most part
but sometimes a good slamming with everything you got
can release the neurotoxins creeping into the pores
like a shadow along the basement wall on a windy day
Hey Buddy, Don't let that screened door hit you in the ass !
writing has unlocked so many of those doors....
the un-inked paper that insists you join her for a romp in the field of words
and usually I oblige, like the Dude....I abide
accept,... that this is normal behavior....for paper to call my name
and what about that pen there on the table, sleek and black
did it just wink at me ?....do I need new glasses ?
or is it my lot in life to accept every invitation
oh forget it..., perhaps I'm over-analyzing ...maybe I'm.......................
oh I see, I'm stalling again
while i wait for inspiration and creativity to arrive...
as usual they are tardy, and I've always been uncomfortable
when there is a pregnant pause
it has a voice not unlike
an entity with tonsils and a tongue,
while steadfastly remaining absolutely blank in the face
another year has expired and been recorded
some old habits got worse with my intentional abetting
some new ones seem either healthy or benign
but I must accept that I could merely be delusional, and twisting my account
of history..., I like keeping doors open for the most part
but sometimes a good slamming with everything you got
can release the neurotoxins creeping into the pores
like a shadow along the basement wall on a windy day
Hey Buddy, Don't let that screened door hit you in the ass !
writing has unlocked so many of those doors....
the un-inked paper that insists you join her for a romp in the field of words
and usually I oblige, like the Dude....I abide
accept,... that this is normal behavior....for paper to call my name
and what about that pen there on the table, sleek and black
did it just wink at me ?....do I need new glasses ?
or is it my lot in life to accept every invitation
oh forget it..., perhaps I'm over-analyzing ...maybe I'm.......................
oh I see, I'm stalling again
while i wait for inspiration and creativity to arrive...
as usual they are tardy, and I've always been uncomfortable
when there is a pregnant pause