I Cant

Silliness (Dead television grey ripped from PXL)

I cant write

at anytime other

than 3 AM.

How do I know this?

Its 9 AM,

six hours later,

and I am staring

at the blank page

like I've never seen

blue lines on white

before.

 

I have my coffee,

the nectar of the gods,

but still...

That's a no go on the

ink flow for now.

 

I could look around,

which I am doing,

by the way.

I see the television

(dead television grey)

I see a book

(big surprise there)

I see my beat up shoes

sitting on my beat up feet

 

I have stuff on the walls

Normally...I could spin

something just by looking,

but its 9 AM.

No self respecting writer

would willingly get up

with the sun...unless

of course the writer were

stumbling blind out of the bar

only to drop to the sidewalk

screeching in pain.

 

Those days are over now

Everywhere has

a last call and closing time

(You dont have to go home,

but you can't stay here)

and now what are our downtrodden

miserable poets supposed to do?

 

Sleep? Did that.

Coffee? Got that

Sex? May I plead the fifth?

There is a shower...

but is water really that moving

when the bullets are beating

on the back?

 

Actually...

 

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Excellent introspective; sometimes the paper dodges the ink, thoughts, musings, and redirects it all at the empty space that surrounds the one, who aims a little more carefully, then misses again.

Stay with it; all is not lost. Write of cement drying instead...;)

[Narnie]

Ha! Love this. You should entitle your collection '24 hours of a poet and back. This has such a brilliantly perfect ending too.

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Angelheaded Hipster,

I think it is an educated statement to say that writers live in a dark ages. I can never use my brain fully until all around me is darkness, and the light descends no more. Thank you for the read request and I appreciate your sincerity; though I have odd views when it comes to romance and sex (pulled from your last stanza and third line.) Neither one appeal to me... but coffee is good. I want to find scenery in real life and stare out into the starry sky or into the Northern Lights to find reality and words on papers that have yet to be penned.

Now to the poem itself: I liked the theme of the overall poem. Most of your themes are good as they are poems that have themes you don't read about from day-to-day. I was a little disappointed in this as versus previous writing. The flow is off especially when versing stanzas one and two with stanzas three and four. Repetition is good and so is rhythm. Overall, well written. Love 'ya and kudos. 8.3/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs