I'll be honest I've had this window open all damn day,
and I just don't have a lot to say today.
I tried a story about a wizard in a mountain top ritual,
but it felt too forced like I was staying too habitual.
I tried to write a story about the Grateful Dead
and how the fandom of my father sometimes gets stuck in my head,
but I couldn't find the groove and I stumbled on the beat
but that's not how they do it down on Shakedown street.
So I retreat, and delete the ASCII from my screen.
Then I'm stuck in a staring match with my machine.
It pitches in on the visuals but for words I'm on my own
and I'm scraping at the back of my brain, as I've shown.
I hope it's not a bad impression that I settled on confession,
I hear a little writer's block is just a part of the profession.