Thoughtless Pen

I wake up 

Bottle full of regret 

I stretch my body 

Arms out

Reaching for a bottomless pit

I squirm and yawn 

Like a bird coming out of its nest 

Brush my teeth 

In lifeless circles 

Putting deodorant on is such a drag

Sitting at my table 

Staring at the blank pages 

That I can’t seem to fill 

Art hasn’t felt right in a while 

Or at least that’s what I’ve been telling myself 

I write a few lines 

Erase it 

Write a couple more 

And erase it again 

I pick up my eraser 

Rubbing it on my skin 

I wish I could disappear 

Like the words I’ve written over again 

My hat sits on the edge of my nightstand

It smells like last week’s humidity 

I was more creative then 

I give up on today’s efforts

Crawl back to bed

Waiting for the time 

When my art feels right again