Those glowing lights, cameras, inaction!
My fiction peppered with the influence of tinsle town (that’s newyork-newyork isn’t it?)
I smack my hand, reprimand myself, thinking (write about people, humans, life) dammit.
But no-NO-no. All my ideas (feeble ones at that) sparkle like disco-ballz. Oh.
Nervous to write nervous to unthink and take from my bosom the liberating ideas that give birth to creative content.