Haikus don’t hit palate right.
Nor do sonnets, sestinas.
What do I do when this happens–
No, not paragraphs, punctuation.
Get sick just thinking about it.
What about not write at all. Let
the page sit there.. lonely, hungry.
Is that wrong? Am I a cruel penner?
Keys fell out of pocket. Why pick them
up. Garage open, when I hoped it shut.
Pencils, spilled from cup. But, still stuck.
Heavier, the moment. Uneven, probably from
tempo. Don’t have time2proofREAD, or go slow.
Thoughts, puzzle’s pieces in yarn globes, not at all rowed.