Out of Nowhere

What we are trying to do this morning, pulling some poetry out of nowhere. Drag it kicking and hopefully screaming out from under the bed,or from somewhere, maybe crouched behind some lonely synapse deep within the jelly I call a brain. Just try to fill a page, you fool, no lapse is allowed. Beat the bushes, stop a train, play a new piece of music, a new beat that you can tie some words to, stalk the muse into a corner, fight dirty, some heat, anything you can, I don't know, some ruse, cross-eyed, tongue out, drooling on the keyboard, anything to add a poem to your hoard!