Stuck in the Doldrums

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.

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