Tongue Tied

I can’t write today my tongue is stuck in my cheek the pen’s dry powdered ink like sifting sand on greased paper flees. The well is dry. Pump priming is required and my feet are stuck with my mind and **** to the inside of a dry mouth. Click, click, click the false keys chirp mimicking the old black typewriter.. chitter chatter. Sunbeams have lost their perk caffeine has lost its BUZZ the dust bunnies are playing stick ball between my post caterpillar eyebrows even flaxseed oil doesn’t damp the dry mouth. Perhaps, I’ll have a cold one poured? Prime numero uno.. grease the wheels of mediocrity? Sharpen the nib of my font? “Oh do stop that incessant gibber!”