sitting there with pen in hand
you never make a stand
for a great spread of words,
instead you’re always stabbing
at the thoughts inside your head
unable to ride the river of constant flow,
it’s a common problem I know
for people full of dreams,
but for once I really wish you
could cut the guff
and pull down from the tree
a decent bunch of gorilla nuts
- from Poems from India 2002
