Blank verse

I keep forestalling the inevitable, writing in my new journal because a few pages were left blank in my previous journal. And so, a stalemate ensues, and there is nothing to be done, except to take the plunge. Fragmentary scratches posing as writing, an extension of thought separated by commas. A verbal shoutout at the OK Corral where the only thing left sanding are the fence rails draped with ghost words.