writer's lock

in the attempt to redefine myself, as a poet, a writer and a human being, i haven't been writing much.... out of choice. let's call it "writer's lock". the occassional scribble does take place and, in the interest of continued sharing, below is a recent, incomplete, one. i committed to sharing to process as opposed to merely the final, polished 'product', and so:

throat clogged

heart choked

eyes glazed

mind hazed

hands tremble

spirit confused

early morning blues

i ... i ... i have so much to say

the words get in the way

i stutter

stammer

forget how to form structure

i know this

it's there

lurking

hiding

primed

i think

i can speak

i need a plan

i think therefore i am ................................................

i am cold

very cold ..................................