I have nothing to say

You know those days
when you have little to say
and you chase butterfly words
with nets, so absurd
but not for any kind
only the utterly sublime

because waiting made me doubt
even Beethoven's sonatas brought me nought
blinking cursor, taking the piss
reminding me of seconds I've already missed
smell of dinner getting strong
another hour passed as the buzzers just gone

so I chase the lines right to the end
rounding them up, overtaking on the bend
some get free, others just hide
muddled memories with their hands tied
but there can only be one winner here
the steadfast poet with nothing to fear.