The randomness
of my livelihood
dictates that I
construct meaning
out of the splinters
and strewn increments
of meaninglessness.

Anaemic eyes,
atrophied limbs,
diabetic digits,
find themselves
distanced
     disconnected
from nature and origin.

These are the phenomena
only dreamt of and
scrawled across
bathroom doors when
intensity and urgency
leave no viable alternative.

These are the words -
calculated, immutable -
that form in the abyss 
of resignation and defeat.

And poetry itself
begets poetry;
thoughtlessness
dissolves into thought;
nothing is only waiting


       for a sign

that there is
no thing greater
than bearing down
on a (road) block
with an exhale
of inspiration.

01/14/2004

Author's Note: A celebration of the end of writer's block (at least I hope it's the end).

Posted on 01/14/2004
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