Finding verse
(Impromptu Tag Topic: Writer’s Block)

My floodgate once dammed
    (damned)
is now making lucid thought
      like water
           moving
   at last in
s
     p
         i
       r
   a
l

Inking to rest
like prescription handwriting,
giving life to naked
pulp.

Whisper-screams of
inertial thought fluid in gray matter
pleaded release with
fingers dug
    k  n  u  c  k  l  e  d  pale
beneath left and right side

I Relaxed, loosed grip
uncurled hands
and began thinking
               (and not thinking)
until awaked
    it spilled forth
              through ball point euphoria
here on my page.

©1999