When will something come to me?
Interesting tidbit of the day,
Thrilling surprise or
Edgy comeback I wished I’d made?
Reluctantly I realize my ideas have run dry.
Slivers of slices I’d been squirreling away have slipped,
Beyond my grasp, banished to the untappable
Lobes of my brain,
Out of reach, forgotten,
Can’t even capture a morsel of an idea to