BLOODY HELL, THINGS WILL GO WRONG keep going*,or, a meditation on writers block
when the way grows thick
slathered with flourishing diction and ideas
Of things you could’ve done
When this disconnects from your hand
So the child from the attic
Neglects giving you ideas
before the manuscript deadline
You circled in your calendar months before
When ur agent calls you
Seething
Over the deadline you and them
Put on paper
Keep writing
Put one letter in front
Of the other
Step on this cushy bed
Of diction
Keep pursuing
Your white whale
Be the Ahab
You wish to see
In the world.