Not Today, Not now (Only Baloney)

It's not exactly writer's block as another story or series of thoughts keeps popping up and gets down on paper somehow to be read by someone somewhere. (I know you're out there somewhere)

No, it's a different kind of mindache.

I keep getting the feeling that I'm not writing what I'm supposed to be writing.

There's a tremendous story out there somewhere that only I can tell in the way that I can tell it. It's my story. It belongs to me. No one else can write it.

I know what it is but I never get it started.

Whenever it comes within grasp, something else cuts in ahead of it and say "I'm right here. I need to appear right now. I'm not a lot of work. I'm an impulse. I'm a burst. I'm okay. I'm easy. Im irrestible I'm normal."

This is exactly what these words right now are saying as they group together, coalesce and present themselves as a relief for the insecurity that I feel about not gettiing started on the big one...the abnormal one....the one I have lived my life to capture. The story that's the one handed catch of the moon.

This one is a voice calling out in the desert, a voice so far removed from its realization and paradigm threat that not even Herod can hear it much less Salome.

Salome, Salami, Baloney

Only Baloney knows the way I write tonight.

Only baloney thinks these word are allright

Maybe tomorrow

Another chance

Another easy rider

Cutting into the dance.