I need to be inspired

I can’t think of anything to say

Days loom before me

And I have had spits and starts

Like an old engine

That’s been sitting in a shed for years

Under a tarp with a mouse nest in the manifold

My mind has gone flatline

I cant remember dreams but

I remember dreaming

I wake up with numb hands and arms

But soon it passes

Now I think I wake up with a numb brain

I’m a numb skull

Just like my gym teacher used to call us

“All right you numbskulls take another lap!”

©April 9, 2018

by Diane E. Dockum

**note to self: Miss Rita Hiter called us Nuckleheads, not Numbskulls. I feel this makes the whole poem fallacious.