This Is What I've Got

Whiteness speaks to me in a hushed voice
telling me to " come on, use me..give me a letter,
any letter."
I think about one write then another, trying to
pick the right one to use first, the cursor winks
at me repeatedly, taunting me as if it was a
tongue sticking out about to say na-na na boo boo
I bite on my lip and sigh.
Some writes I've done have given me such a great
feeling, I could walk away saying, "that's one hell
of a poem." and some I felt I left incomplete but
used them anyway, it's my release, my drug
my thing.
Once in awhile I'll jot a word or two down on
paper, I sometimes miss that crinkle sound,
and the connection the pencil makes with the
hard surface, when I'm stuck, I'll doodle on
the page crazy cartoons and funny faces, or
I'll walk away for a few, play with the pups
or go in my garden and check on my veggies.
But I always come back, back to that annoying
blinking winking taunting na-na na boo boo
bitch,so this is what I've got, until next time.