Hallo, I’m facing a blank page.
The only words I can see are the ones above this sentence.
I’m in search of a subject matter. Although the subject isn’t coming to me.
The subject matter is like a lover that is kept waiting. Eventually, won’t come along at all.
Reservations made at 4, and here I sit here waiting for the subject to come to me.
As I put the pen on the page, I can see reflections of the subject matter, but it’s always from a side view and not straight on.
Ten minutes later I still wait, and the subject matter is beginning to mock me.
I’m beginning to feel like a lounge lizard, and people are noticing that I just hang around
The word here, a word there, oh for the push to add another word! Well, the wait ever end?
The subject matter you taunt me. I listen to a song and read a text, in the hope of obtaining you.
I want to remember, just to remember that I should be remembering, but alas, I forgot.
- Tosh Berman, July 1, 2017
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