Paralyzed Prose, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Hovering, looking, seeing nothing
Parched desert, scorching absence
Of inspiration, no oasis, wandering
Sands scouring my thesaurus, synonyms

My curator, arbiter, barrister, monitor
Scrounges for scraps of anything
To put in that frame, display case
In any case, I have no base, no appraisal

I am not looking for a snobby show
In some high end zip code, abode
Serving stuffy Mimosas, champaign
Black bow ties, Rumaki, chicken liver

Who eats liver anyway? Anyway
I just want want to display
Good work for words to say
Paralyzed prose wont come out to play.
(end)

Again, writers block.