Clumsy and unfocused
my mind stumbles over my muse,
scattering my thoughts.
I drop
the plot of the poem...
or was it a short story...
in a place
hidden somewhere in cyberspace.
How can I write?
My thoughts echo
helter skelter
through a maze
of half-remembered movie lines
and positive affirmations
that merge
into incomprehensible conversations
between my muse and I:
"May the forest forgive,,,"
"Your ignorance!"
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