writer's block

my muse leaves me
with writer's block
this mind refuses to obey
the wretched demands
of productivity, loneliness
doesn't make anything better
though I had imagined it would
flat, numb uniformity
becomes a chore

i abandon rhyme
and reason,
without rhyme
or reason
such prosaic prose
worse the verse,
lame attempt
beneath contempt
my inner critic revels
in disgust his bowels
excrete the vowels
a-e-i-o-u
faux chateau
fell pell-mell
into a well of eau
the hearse of terse
spurs the curse
of a knotty universe
in taut
free-association
and madness
occurs.