intentional writers block

this is my medicine
my paper and pen
the keyboard and
screen

i sit here banging away
for a minute or
an hour
shuffling through songs
and buzzing along
with my coffee and
tea

most times
the words sporadically
flow and ebb
as my mind finds
the right groove
that taps into
it all

but sometimes
the page remains
blank
my head hung
heavy in my hands
my eyes are closed
i breathe deep
and sigh gently in
relief
as the music plays
on

i think
i like writing
those poems
the best