When You Struggle to Write
The next chapter

Bright fleets set sail one sunny day untethered from tongue-tied hushes
Breezing, waving, lapping to play, fishing for spice island rushes Cue a parade of dazzling divas, ticker-taping streams of recording Rushing waves of spiral achievers, multi-versant in viral fast for’ding
Kiss your sugar high, goodbye, goodbye, waving the sands of hyperbole The perfect morning is a lie, a lie, crickets are scorning, quite audibly Fade out, float by a passing parade, with a sky full of gone-to-seed glory Becalmed, be-stilled, marooned, delayed Still afloat — this small craft — of your story.
