Germinating- Which has nothing at all to do with what is written

performance anxiety.

Lately, (and for a long time)

everytime I try to put the words on a page,

I end up with shards or fragments or dribbles

of nonsense.

And context- well, it doesn't seem to help much.

It's too much reality T.V. lately.

A little too much augmented boobage

or pieces of metal blown to bits by some

remote controlled hand held device in a world

far away (and next door) to home.

Shards or fragments of pixillated, gortexed

hi-tech fabric which really provides no camouflage at all.

Frankly, I wish it were more about old men

being blown by the augmented boobage.

Right now, I find myself craving mindless.

It would be simpler.

Ya know?