come words
help me escape
from this paralysis

spill from my fingers
in cascades
of staccato
keyboard taps
from heart
to blinking cursor

flow forth
in rivulets
of feeling
pooling on this screen
and trickling
down the


Calamine Lotion Potion

I have this need to write
like an itch that just won’t stop
I keep on scratching with my metaphorical pen
but the itch burns on
it’s a need, an addiction, a have-to
a desperate urge
and I’m willing to write nonsense
just to assuage it
a salve to my soul
calming my antsy spirit
like a soothing ointment
on a horrible rash
my need to write
is like chicken pox
the act of writing
like calamine lotion
slathered on
like calamine lotion
that’s been stored
in the fridge
a blessed relief
from the sensation
of ants nipping my skin
aaaaaah that’s better