Nothing Noteable Here.
Nothing notable here.
©-MFB III- ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
This pen is my prison
holding my
guarded thoughts,
with it's shiny
blue cap screwed on tight,
and all sharp points
tucked neatly away from me
lest I hurt myself again.
The keys of escape
that monitor
my long needed
release of thought
from locked brain cells,
are also useless.
They taunt me with
the many alpha-bets,
that I have lost
money, and time on.
My pencil has a leadache.
My P.C. which is often
my M.C. has had a D.+ C.
nothing can be born there.
I could build
the Taj-Mahal
with my mental blocks,
and still have enough
to wall the Mexican border.
I am an empty vessel,
all inspiration
has aspirated.
The beloved thin-kings
that ruled my
royal typewriter
have lost their subjects
no prints will
save the day.
I am an outcast
sitting beneath my poet-tree
with not enough rope to hang.