May 2010
3 posts
Every time I go to write,
(this happens every night)
I can’t get it out.
I delete and delete-
I’m off a beat,
and I can’t get back on.
I’m off pitch on
favorite song.
Can’t deny my amateur skill
I used to be able to kill.
I don’t leave a scratch
no souvenir
of my existence.
This is is my decree
for you to see
me on top once again.
