Though amply rested, I still yawn

And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax

germinating ideas to sprout

about as successful as

buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting

rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.

Long fostering literary creativity
analogous to prying open

figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive

even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress (for aging Pilgrim)

made come crack of dawn,
thus I temporarily abandon intent.

An effort to craft satisfactory poem or prose,
(which coveted, kindled, unexpected...

futile endeavor deluges me when

least able to jot down eureka,

whereby brainstorm burst adrip
saturating yours truly head to toes
dribbling out nostrils,
asper my porpoise size bottle nose,
hence this feeble effort to appease.

No expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes...
discerning metaphorical whaling expedition

beseeching, imploring, soaking...

mine mindscape with

profuse voluminous wisdom

sans anonymous followers
waiting for me to compose
usual meaningless gibberish or
rare profound nugget of wisdom to disclose.

While thrashing within cyber sea,
possibly abandoning ambition to compose
superbly laced, ginned, coined...

poetic adage gee oh

into magnum opus masterpiece
eye catchingly exotic creation
exquisite as silk negligee pantyhose
(yea...perhaps yours truly

will also send near nude selfie,

a worse fate than death

cab for cutie)
and chuck stock inhibition

brokering favorable frescoes
tattooed across flesh
accentuating anatomical contours of flab
wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes,
(albeit selling progressive insurance)
appearing to slither across body electric
predictably ejaculating Freudian peccadillos,
now bolt upright - erection awakened,

no longer sleepy,

but dwarfed by giant spuds,

no small potatoes
eh...yar right to deem this poker face
eccentric - born (free) this way,
how Elsa to explain (without lion)

rambling riotous rumination
one among many bumptious desperadoes,
and oh...mooch hoe gracias reading poem
bumbling, degenerating, fizzling...
into lobbying primal salvoes.