Wake-Up Call

Ha, so this is, ‘one-of those-days’.
5:19 digital awakening,
Slept through the night,
bad sign.

No wake-up thoughts for verse/
No dreams/No nightmares/
No one to hold onto.

Alone/O.K.
I am only inspired by my own company.
No inspiration this morning.

I reflect:
A Hank Williams lonesome blue.
How can I write when my feelings
are numbed by loneliness

Is this the bane of the artist?
Ha, I call myself an Artist,
Solitary confinement delusions.

Where do I go from here?
Rambling-on about not being
able to ramble-on.

A Hanoi Hilton kind of day.

Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009: Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.