Steven Harris


It Seems I'Ve Got The Block. - Poem by Steven Harris

It seems i've got the block
i'm bored and i have nothing to write
or talk about
nothing inspiring
no eccentric or wacky thoughts are
coming across my brain
it's just dead air
nothing can describe how uncreative things
are
not even the fly's coming through the
open window are inspiring
not even the hot air thats coming
through
and the sweat on my forehead is inspiring
me
it's just dead
a calm dead night
for days it's been like this
no dreams
no ideas
nothing
just blackness
no happenings
not even ideas like a bull running over
people
or a car lost in the desert
or a sea sinking in the ocean
not one idea like that
just a dead blank head
with echoes of golf balls hitting my
brain wall
such a dead set of ideas
i'm bored.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013


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