the words that will not come (and other things that kill)

To the words that will not come to write this post--
Hemlock to my Socrates
Salt to my mollusk skin
Sun to my wax wings.

Why tickle my deeper imagination
and not let me laugh out loud?
Tie me to a stake
and not burn me?
Send me flying to my keyboard
at ungodly hours
to receive your fiery forms--
then fade to dream stuff
and ashes?

To the words that will not come
out from the dusty basement of my mind--
Take off your hoods and shout out your secret names
or be my Kryptonite
and the death of me yet.



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And though I do not say the word a$$ (unless it comes up in the Bible, and even then I usually change it to "donkey"----yes, if life were The Office, I would so be Angela....), it IS nice to know that Sunshine thinks that I'm a:

If you want to be one too, go ahead and take this award---since you're reading my blog, I know you're worthy of it :)! And thanks Sunshine!-- I think we really would be Albertson's BFF's too!!!

***BIG shout out to my one of my favorite bloggy friends Debbie, who came up with this genius idea:

Go look! It's fun! And she's giving away plastic money---even though she hates to give stuff away!