I was temporarily blocked.

When blocked, a good trick is to write any old shit and the block disappears.

How Do You Know?

I found a poem all cut up -

was putting it together

when my mother said

with all these words 

it could be something other

 

My mother now is cut up too

and she is altogether

dead. The doctor said

Let’s work together, get inside your head

and bit by bit

 

you can get your act together

not forever

but with pills 

we soften ills

and at a glance you’re sane

 

but if again, you chop to little pieces

those who disagree

no more poem-parts for you my boy

no literary jigsaws

we’ll make you read prose

 

Flat, solid as a rock

 

and uncutuppable.