Crashed and Burned
Been repeating
.....one line
.....in my head for days.
Can’t mold a poem around it,
words fall off like wet clay.
Leaving the line
........cold and alone,
but I’ll collect it in
.............my word basket
and save it for
...........a mind clear day.
My mind’s stilled and null,
hodgepodge of thoughts
crossed in me.
My muse swims in dish water,
......narrates poems
.......I forget before I’m done.
So I sing my word
.........in the shower
.................as my hands
....................slide over
my own sudsy curves
...................and
as water makes helicopter
.............sounds in my hair,
my muse
........has crashed and burned.
