Desperation

This poem is totally going nowhere -
the words are all flailing in midair,
stubbornly refusing to connect
to anything meaningful anywhere.

I’m just spewing verbage out of spite:
Castle! Curtain! Kitten! Kite!
Forced poetry is killing me,
keeping me up too late each night.

All my ideas have fallen flat;
smushed on the floor like a headless hat.
This pile of word-vomit will have to do;
out of time, need to sleep - and that's that.