[ NaPo 2017 ] Shrodinger's Cat Stuck In A Well

   
I am out of ideas to write poetry about  
   
or rather    
   
the ideas are out of me  
   
So many there have been  
in such a brief span of time  
that I question whether or not  
there is anything left;  

     memories to draw upon  
abandoned song lyrics  
     some ongoing DRAMA  
   
or even if  
there is any ink left in the well  
to dip my quill in  
   
but the doctor I play on TV  
( he's a brilliant physicist in his own mind )  
insists there is and there isn't  
   
and that I should not look