I haven’t anything to say today.
My mind’s a blank and empty vessel stuck
In a Sargasso Sea of thoughtless sludge.
The Doldrums. Isn’t that where Coleridge had put
The Ancient Mariner? Well where is he
When I could use him feeding me ideas?
I haven’t killed an albatross I guess
So I am stuck. There’s nothing left to say.
An oceanic desert’s all I see
Before me stretching to a lifeless cliff
At the horizon. But isn’t there supposed to be
Mirages in a desert? Where are all
The puppet masters pulling on the strings
Of dancing girls dressed in red and green
While Santa Claus is filling up his sack?
Why isn’t there a grand piano, pink
And purple, dancing to the wailing sounds
Of bagpipes? No. There’s nothing here at all.
I haven’t anything to say at all.