Writer's Block

I tossed a glass of water

within the past few moments

and minutes earlier I popped

(one by one by one by one)

a bagload of sweets to my

yawning gob: hours ago, ribs

and, yesterday, a sighing wine

 

and I,

 

I promise

to return imbibitions

with a thousand flowery words

by the rising dawn

of tomorrow

morn.