DEALING

My pen scrapes,

marking time, or

no time at all.

Like lightening

in the alleys

or maybe the

cracking of leaves

as they fall.

And then some

dragon draws its nails

across my chest and

mooncast shadows

plague my magic

burning bed,

where a dream

of tears like a river

scour my bones.

But looking back

cuts my eyes,

all those lovers,

muggers, and thieves

gnaw my guts

and laugh out loud,

while tomorrow waits, 

thirsty for ink.

Reviews

[Lorry]

It isn't funny when all your pen can do is scrape. But marking time or no time at all is a great line and I think this is the first write about writers block that doesn't mention writers block, which is impressive in itself.
I do hope your inks thirst is quenched soon My friend. It sounds like it already has.

[Vol]

glug, glug, glug... ahhhh!

[Neville]

What an absolute pleasure sir .. I am so glad you found me earlier and gave me a literary kick up the proverbial a*s .. I thoroughly enjoyed my visit here today and can assure you I am impressed with the ink you have thus spilt .. Neville