Currently Untitled

[Tiger the Lion]

Hey AJ. I liked a lot of this. It feels like a brainstorming response to writer's block, but maybe only because you said it was. I dunno.

*Currently has no title, so if one comes to you please let me know. This was originally written in an uninspired slump and once the ball started rolling, well, this happened. All criticism is welcome!

I’m somewhere caught between inspiration do you need "somewhere"?
and crumpling up every idea I have. nice
In the middle of the day, I am at work slicing pizza
for a round man wearing a Van Halen tank top,
thinking about writing this poem,
ignoring the sweat on my forehead.
When there’s nothing of substance left,
I write about writing.
There are no rolling hills or vanquishing oceans are these 2 images specific or random?
to afford my dim Word documents.
There’s this girl I’ve exhausted with metaphors really like this and the next line
and enjambed to the edge of a cliff
yet no lofty ode could satisfy what I want to communicate
about the poison and the cure provided by her eyes. I think here "provided" is right for "cure", but not so much for "poison" --I only nitpick here because I like the idea of this line so much.
Observing pained people in bland settings does not
push me to create either, no,
but causes me to feel disgust at my lack of worry,I might change "but" to "it" here for "either, no" to work in the above line.[b]

my lack of internal material. I think your title is somewhere in these next few lines. My gut instinct is "First Person" - since you are already writing about writing.
Those sad wrinkled fingers should be the ones
writing my poems.
With an awkward amount of time on my hands
and at the brink of a new best idea,
I default to the winds and hide in my head
like a hermit with the secret desire to know every
foreign corner of this confounding world.