Writer Blocked

Don’t look for brilliant imagery
Concrete images elude me somehow,
This notion is abstract as can be
As I draw spirals on this page now.

Transcribing every circular thought
On the margins of this empty page
As the words I frantically sought
Ran and hid from my impotent rage.

Frightened by the crack of the broken
nib, they left me stranded and distraught.
I called out as they remained hidden
And I found no anchor for my thought,

Of lonely sundials in barren fields
Of spinning wheels and abysmal yields.

Tagged

I kept wondering what it meant to be tagged and here I am, tagged!

So here goes:

Eight qualities of the perfect man:

1) Doesn't tune me out when I am talking, making hearing noises but never listening and not remembering what was said a minute ago.

2) Picks up after himself and doesn't leave rolled up socks, empty cans and pieces of paper and change lying around.

3) Likes gourmet all course meals at fancy restaurants.

4) Speaks and writes with eloquence.

5) Loves my kind of music.

6) Has a terrific sense of humor.

7) Is a good masseur.

8) Looks good!