Writer’s Block

A lyrical plea

to the face facing me 

A farce of a face 

you cannot replace

Stuck forever in stone 

in this hard place alone

This is the plank I walk from

Broken steel

in the eye of a storm

Blinded by wind

My mind is formed

Where’d it go?

Was it lost in the mail?

When I sang a notion

Over enveloping oceans

Forwarded on the backs of snails

The stinging trail of slime

Stuck in the soles of my feet

Bitterness fades with the sublime

But why do warriors retreat?

Cut open clouds 

Wash the weak and loud

Leaving only the surgeon’s songs

Dissected with a sword

To play the only cord

That you think belongs

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