is it possible
even plausible
to finally run out of words
can your river of nouns and adverbs
etc
be staunched by unseen pressure
like a cataract
covering the brain
where I once was vigorous and words flowed
like tears from women
even though they were most times plebeian
I find myself these days
stalled at the door
of the next great novel
why
ah, that is the question
do I need diversion
a three-week drunk to restart my wordflow
maybe physical, sexual comfort
a woman
think it could be that simple
seat myself behind the wheel
of the Taurus
head west maybe
stopping along the way
at old boot-hill cemeteries
reading the weathered inscriptions
on the wooden tombstones
yes
I would like that
yes
get me out of the rut I seem to be in
see new people
different landscapes
where before I felt great hubris
I am now timorous to a fault
old age
has it finally settled around my bones
can it be curbed
or have I come to life's passage
where languor is the order of the day
and nights
ah
maybe, just maybe
I should not resist this
natural phenomenon
sit back
relax
it is merely nature taking its course
no!
I shan't surrender
to torpid interpretation
and the dulling of the senses
a trip westward
maybe
I'd like that
have to acquire a laptop
to record my journey
it is a germ of an idea
this westward trip

is it possible
even plausible
to finally run out of words

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