Posted by Crew on April 20, 2003 at 18:59:21:
Writer's Block
As Barbara slumbers 'neath Death closed eyes,
I feast on her beauty and starve for the words.
Dickenson? Kilmer? - I’m not that wise.
My rank is the lowest of old necronerds.
With my hunger unsated (that's no surprise),
I lick her for seconds and eat her for thirds.
She passes me juices without any sighs
While I feast on her beauty and starve for the words.