ode to an impasse

go round go round

and then spit up,dear

all the raw you have to give.

all the notes and all the words

and all the lines and signs and and rhymes

and plant them in a cave.

open up the top of the cave, so 

sun can shine and water rain

and tend the seedlings, tend to them

prune them daily

even hourly

yes then every minute.

when you come to them

all your writing is rewriting

understand, should be implicit!

stare it out

stranger on a metro

stare them out

lead on a leaf
watch them jumble impolitely
make you think you're mad.

soon they will have all their clothes off

soon they will be skinny maidens

soon they will have nothing left

and then it's writing

then it works

i can't work, as i expected

i'm all raw and all rejected