My bum is sore

imagination no more

lacking

 

I try and try

but only can sigh

for no words fall on my paper

 

I sit and sit and twittle my thumbs

swaying my chair side to side

 

I use to be funny

and quick witted 

words rolling off my tongue

dripping onto my page

 

This evening my mind is a blank

not sure who to thank

for the empiness of my brain...

 

Best to call it quits

for this evening's attempt

to be clever

seems

to be in vain.

by Lynn Hahn