nothing to report

there are some days

when there is nothing to report.
nothing to write about.

no words to align in some
poetic form.

no muse has visited.
no lost loves, old or new

melt your butter anymore.
to hell with all,

or most of them, you've wrung
the life out
of their toxic souls,

wrung them dry.

some days are like that.
which is fine.

you could use a break every now
and then.

more crazy stuff will happen,
more
half baked
souls will arrive.

not to worry.
just give it time.