Writer's Block

Nothing is more violent
than a printer spewing
out its ink.  The yellow
isn't bad,
but the magenta,black
and blue have tattood
my hands, my wrists,
forever.  Am I done?
Oh,well, there's always
turpentine,
but who has that?

With my livid hands
I can't go to a paint store,
let alone Lowes or Home Depot.
I'm a desperate thing.
My hands have suffered
through this writing period.
Nothing's come these months.
With my 78% lung capacity
I give a long raspy neigh-ay-ay-ay-ay,
more horse than human
and about as smart.

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