Itching to write, and wading through ideas,
Confused by the sheer wealth of options available.
Sorting cause and effect, action and consequence, victim and perpetrator;
Muddling them up in orderly fashion.
Casting out a net for fishy prospects, finding them unviable -
And releasing them dead.
Finding loopholes and getting knotted up in disentangling them.
Chasing the wind to clutch at straws.
Breaking a leg to kick up a storm.
Because I’m itching to write;
To find something and explain it,
Insert innuendo and loaded language,
romanticize and criticize…
To hell with it. I’ll write nothing.