I ponder
Through the murky wasteland
Trying to clear the clatter
That rattles in my mind

Ill call out to my ideas
But it seems
That it prefers
Tranquility
Over the epiphanies
That seem to
Snap,
Crackle,
POP!
To the rhythm
Of the Rice Crispies
I had this morning

"I have no clue what to write."

Maybe if I rubbed my head
It could get
All of the Knots
Out of my Knoty head

My hand
Connected with pen
Feels tongue tied
To the cotton *****
That spring
Out of my imagination
And lands onto
Um.... What?

"I need to take a walk"