Writer's Block

the 

twisted

liquid 

crystal

arena

is set

a playbill

of

pixels

and

points

for a packed house

My 

muttering

mind

calls out 

cues

from the bastard corner

but the brass brad bound

book

is

blank

The

muse

unamused

exits

stage

left 

NaPoWriMo 2019  Day 5