Ode to the block of writers,

The jam of your mental station, the cackling of the static, disappointing in its absence

Nothing much comes to the surface, though you are feeling as much as always

as much as needed to explode

or implode, explode, implode

whichever ode it may be,

it is an ode to writers block

wordless turning of the clock

god damn

a loss of thoughts is not the problem.