sandwich in one hand
useless pen in the other

blank paper like the brain
blown white by burnout
ideas abandoned

bites through poppy-seed roll –
tiny black specks rain and bounce
on the empty sheet

a swarm of periods
searching for sentences
to pollinate.

10/06/2001

Author's Note: [3rd Place winner, Seedhouse Magazine Summer Writing 2000 Contest; first published in Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry's TMP Irregular, Vol. 24, April 2004.]

Posted on 10/06/2001
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