pen is poised
ink awaits
white virgin paper
red hard nails tap
glass topped coffee table
tattoo your name
inspiration stubbornly
refuses
ejaculation
keep the point poised
ink blots grow like
blood stained gunshot wounds
words are
virtually
noncompliant
words
only wishes
like stolen dreams
fly like wind socks in March
flapping
slapping nonsense
the clock seems to have frozen
momentarily
as memories shared.