From the One With Writer’s Block


I got nothing.
I wish I did.
I wish I had
Some great gift
To hand over.
But today?
I got nothing.
Nothing—
To put in a website
Nothing—
To slap on a bumper sticker
Nothing—
To assuage an empty page
Nothing—
Worth a cent.
Days like this
I pen on through
Only ‘cause time won’t stop.
Pointless, pointless,
Nothing, nothing,
Then suddenly—
Nothing pops!

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