sad sack

sometimes buzz gives way to muteness
shadows behind leave you fruitless
adhering to rhyme
stifles images
throws the pen 
to vacant scribbles

pulls the heart out and leaves you
an empty barfly
a sad sack on a stool
absent-souled
cheapbeer-swilling
trying to write out a heart
that isn't there
effectively making a list
on a fucking post-it.