blocked again

The low howl of the computer fan could be anything by this time
the pervasive cycling rephasing of a single engine plane I’m in
the deep growling rephasing of a motor launch passing on the river
the multitoned hiss growling whine of a street sweeper
but to my dismay it really is the uninspiring rolling slightly rephasing
purring of my CPU, singing to me as I contemplate the fact that
it is eleven minutes to deadline and I have nothing to publish today
a centepede slithers by like a tiny snake without skin: all exoskeleton
the carpet is as empty now as my brain. I guess a review, revisions
of my blog to set up yesterday’s new review and the new feature poem
and commenting on a few WritersBeat articles/poems has drained
all my fuel for today. So here is poem 101, not a course but another work in
a daily sequence, totally devoid of merit. Sorry you had to read it.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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