Writer's Block

I write for too long

I write not enough

I write sometimes

I write not at all

But I can’t reach the peak

So I invent

And reinvent

Destroy

And re-destroy

But I can no longer speak

My words are oblique

Too sane for profane

Too quarrelsome for chic

Too powdered to reek

Of crude verbatim

I write all the time

I write when it comes

I write when I cum

I write when I’m nothing

But I don’t understand

So I do it again

I avoid what I’ve done

I seek for the new

But good words are just few

And the result is cacophony

A prophylactic for success

I go back and address

And I try not to stress

Keep it cool, make it sly

Fly

High

Nigh?

...Nay

What you have before your eyes,

Ladies and gentlemen

Is quite an impressive mess

More complex than a game of chess

More confusing than a Jackson Pollock

So I digress

And give it a rest

For a day

For two

For three weeks

For four months

And Tada!

 I come up with this

Really?!

With this?!

Tsk

Tsk

Tsk