Today has been a strange day
A long day
A day of shifting time
Big piles of steaming hours and minutes
That nobody wants
Of golden thoughts with no takers
Well I suppose these days were made to be forgotten
But I will remember its constipation
Its spoon fed stubbornness
Its refusal to evolve into more than blank pages
I was not aiming high
Just enough to keep the words alive
Beautiful words
That could have said so much
Instead I sit back and look
Trying not to go crazy
The poem cant be ambushed
So I give up
Unscrew the cap
Maybe tomorrow the words will flow
But tonight I concede
