Aspects of the Aging Process

Why can’t I write?  Why can’t I just sit my ass down and write something, anything?

I want to, but I don’t want to

I can, but I can’t

I have something I want to write about, but I really don’t

(a voice in my head just said: there, you wrote something, can we go to bed now, please?)

Whiny fuck, that voice

I don’t pay attention to that chatter, it’s just background noise

It’s my voice that’s the problem, like when I’m thinking hard about something, and I comment out loud about it, when I’m riding the bus or in a shop

I’m not really talking to myself, that’s nuts, I’m just thinking out loud

I don’t shout, it’s more like mumbling

Soon folks will remember me as the Mumbling Man of Corydon Avenue