Poetry
BLOCK
like a hole in my mind
sucking the interesting stuff
swallowing my imagery
making me dull
a mental plughole
draining my purpose
snatching my word-purse
stealing my rhyme
a leech between my ears
or a slug at my lettuce-brain
my cabbage-brain / soup
ladling my thoughts
monkeys in my skull
eating concepts, except
they’re not pooing out ideas
only poking at my grey matter
fingers searching in the clutter
whispering nonsense in my ears
try to ink a stanza:
not what my brain is after
squiggles doodles noodles
in my head
or porridge, oaty gloating
thoughts free-floating
won’t ever find the meaning
this needs tightening
strengthening
cleaning