Is it still writer’s block when you just don’t give a shit?

A million words and nothing’s changed

A million tries and it still seems strange

A million lines and a million breaks

& nothing feels like it’s going to take



A million letters make a million poems

A million smiles and still no home

A million steps and I’m still here

& nothing new to hope or fear



A million years since I crossed the sea

A million tears dried inside salt-free

A million reasons not to deposit ink

& nothing fresh to say or think

inauguration day ditty

goodbye bush hello obama
the past has a period the future a comma
let’s start the healing from yesterday’s trauma
goodbye bush hello obama