A POEM - THE WORD HUNGRY MIND

THE WORD HUNGRY MIND
The words are too tired
tonight
to pick themselves up
of their own accord
and find their way
onto the page.
And like the words,
I am also too tired
to try and force them out.
Instead I sit
hunched over the keys,
that same hunch I use at the bar.
But instead of a drink in my hand,
I grasp for the smallest poem,
a line even,
to satisfy the word hungry mind.