Block-age

When I come down with a case of block
that makes me feel perverse

i write about the writers' block...
and put it all in verse

Gods know this act
will serve it right...

for my tortured sleep
all through the night...

with images fleeting
that don't stick around

leaving me look for what's
lost 'till it's found...

like a contact lens
on the barroom floor

dropped in the dust...
by the bathroom door

leaving me nothing...but
contemplation

Oh why this poetic
constipation?