Struggle to write right!

this poetic prologue

a feeble exercise

to encapsulate common

place frustration

experienced by

this fledgling author.

yukon determine verdict

once ye peruse short

spurious poem

below decks

will consume scant minutes.

hoop fully byte size

format asper reflections

bing hobbled akin twin

frustrated cobbler

with nary a sole

to shoe healing power

of summoning

creativity words

stitched together

trying ma darnedest

to capture

fleeting idea.

filed within memory banks

jagged shoals of rock

illusory images frieze

leitmotif cerebral pad lock

forcing together mis

matched metaphors

or what not ad hoc

there a young lad skipping

with his lass in colorful frock

passing fanciful day dream

lazing about on the dock

while hands of time tick

on the clock

sober reality check tears me away

from idyllic distractions

rearing head of immense

frightful mental block

a bygone student of Antioch.

now an epilogue and expansion

of given thesis sans above premise.

i now oblige objective at hand,

and resume con sue mating

avant garde fashion express

sing difficulty for me

to seal craft building blocks

of english language in

a fitting manner does justice,

and gives liberty to leap

ping lizard like thoughts

that dart to and fro

hither and yon within my mind.

rather than censor or edit,

I pour out at rapid fire rate

the notions that flit thru

me noggin staring at black

strunk white screen. some

times eyes remain closed

to help initiate process

to summon forth this, that

or another barely

perceptible concept.

the task less difficult

when topic provided

happens to be the case

with self imposed

approximately five hun

dread word epistle,

which preconceived

subject automatically

narrows focus into

figurative box.

when provided  

with specified issue,

the effort arduous

to gather plethora

of disparate points

indicating directions

diatribe in question could shift.

any one of these paths

(if not most) take down  

moribund dead end

with only infinite abyss

as an escape. countless trials

and errors find exploration

(to state near physical exhaustion)

where each bramble strewn route

only finds this pensive fellow hopelessly

and inextricably entangled within his

own thicket of unprintable verbiage.

would you believe and/

or accept, that ah aha

eureka moment arises

(and vacuum powerfully

sucks up every ounce

of concentration)

most unexpectedly

and inconveniently

per on the toilet,

when paragraphs

nearly tumble pell mell

of their accord

(defying laws

of physics) from

tips of these fingers

or bowels of this simian.

a frantic attempt finds

zealous effort to tap

unstoppable barrage

barreling forth

from fount of mother

lode, than finds

slightest distraction

(such as a delivery

of parcel, tornado,

cosmic catastrophe,

et cetera) to lose precious spider

thin thread forever

(at the eleventh hour)

lost along vast vista

abandoned like useless

obsolete materiel.

even upon minutes scrutinizing

satisfactory completion

sans lengthy manuscript,

an unbiased opinion

of displeasure frequently

takes place finds disappoint

ment, and these myopic eyes

blink and stare once again

at white washed computer screen.