lusting after something to say…

“writer’s cockblock”

i gotta ask
if anyone in
possession
of any of
those wilder
strains of genius
ever left behind
instructions about
what-to-do
when the path
disappears &
it’s desert in
every direction.
(even going
backwards didn’t
work.)

as near as
icantell;
.
.
.
no.
they
have
not.

sorry,
brothers & sisters;
i think
sometimes
the only solution
is gettin’
unfucked.

i can’t explain
how & why;
none of those
asylum-seekers
amongst us
ever said
anything about
voices
falling
silent.

those fuckers.

laughter
also helps.

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Dedicated to anyone suffering from writers block. Cure is different for everybody which is bad news for the self-help crowd. That’s okay by me; just part of what makes finding IT so alternatively exhilarating and frustrating depending upon how you go about the search. I can’t offer any solutions, but I sympathize with those looking to break free. However you might measure wisdom, it usually doesn’t help when both the answer and question are unknown.

Good luck to all, plus, you know, once-a-writer-always-a-writer, so long term we should all be fine. Don’t be so myopic.

Also, TFBP just passed 9K hits. All of us here at Foolish Consolidated Poetic Industries thank anyone who has read anything posted. Sooner or later the planned domain name change will get going after being somewhat lost in the wreckage. Anyhow, all readers are very much appreciated. The march to 100K continues apace. (‘Cause you have to have goals, or so I’m told. I don’t really believe that part. “Hahaha” laughed the silent partner.)