Don’t you hate it when you feel the overwhelming need
To do something, but can’t think of what to do?
Utterly uninspired, barren brain,
Useless for everything except replaying the latest Glee tune over and over
Fuzzy edges of consciousness giving way to vast
Empty spaces, spacing out and totally missing
The conversation and the point because
I NEED AND WANT TO WRITE
But my mind draws a blank
Page in front of me with nothing on it but
Senseless doodles and squiggles and scribbles
Tangling with each other and my thoughts
Because I’m not exactly coherent right now,
So please leave a message after the beep,
And maybe I’ll get back to you
But probably not, ‘cos if you haven’t already noticed
I’m rather absentminded and like this poem,
My attention span is short.