Poet Problems

Poems dance through my head, chanting, "You can't catch me!" Thoughts that yearn to form into words Chase to no avail. Poems that I can't write Stick to the cracks in my brain like an Annoying catchy song. Words Erased, replaces, rewrote, Echo down the page. My hand sits, restless. Ready to catch any drift Of a poem. My head pounds full for could be poems. Good in my head, yet ruined By my hand. Distractions suck the ideas out of me Like word hungry vampires. School bells burst through my perfect poem bubble And I sigh, "Dang lost another one."