people always
complain
to
me
about
writer's block
& i don't understand
this phenomenon
a while back
a good friend gave me this
old typewriter
which i don't actually write on
but one night when i was drunk
i put a skull
that i use as a paperweight
on top of it
resting where
the blank page would be
the empty sockets
stared back at me
the jaw hovering
over the tiers of keys
maybe they wouldn't be
stumped for poems
if this skinless head
greeted them
before
they
wrote
but no, they neither
see death
nor
life