RUSTY SPIGOT

All I need
is one idea
to get me through the day.
The night?
She’ll take care of herself.

Something has to happen
to me
so I can earn my sleep.
Just a little bit of inspiration
to put me on the right track
rolling along til dawn.

It seems
I used to flow
from one creation to another.
I poured thoughts.
Now
I think
the spigot is rusty
or the faucet
or the pipes.
I can’t even finish the metaphor
or a single solitary piece.

What am I going to do?
How will I overcome this challenge?

I have no idea.