Night words floated out of reach ‘till almost


then morning, noon and night passed by

my wings clipped

far too many extraneous thoughts

lurking in my peripheral vision

kept me from taking

flight …


i knew i’d get

my inspiration back

i just knew it … !


when morning came

i returned to work confident …

not expecting the pain of

thought rejection …


I worked on what little i’d started the

night before but

all i did was massacre the words …

take life out of the thoughts …


resigned i thought,

why not do something useful in the real world

for a change …


So, this is the story of

a day in the


of my real world

continued …

“I guess i’ll work on the tub … .”