Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Writer's Block

Poison dulls the senses.
Black fog reins in.

Numbness is the outer cloak
That cannot be removed.

Oppressive agitation is my food.
Drink from a cup of contagion.

Gnarl, twist, yelp, scream to find
your skull nailed to the floor boards

With a saber.

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