Writer's Block Fibs

Not
so
very
amazing,
is it?—You have no
idea what to write today.

Some
days
you sit
down with no
clue, no reminder
(a line in another poem?)

that
prompts
you (so
quietly!)
to speak a thought in
line and stanza, musical strains—

Why
not
write it,
when the urge
moves with such stillness?
You can shut up and let God speak.

Far
far
better
when you have
no words in your mind
to distract, deflect you away.

You
find
there can
be not a
worry, not a care—
just go ahead and scrawl your screed!

Then

know—
marvel!—
at what a
clueless, vacant-brained,
silly-assed dumb fuck you can be!