I can't write

I can't write today.

There is too much noise here.
In this room.
Inside my head.

The harmonics of a hungry stomach
Drown out all remaining thought.

Why can't the bell ring sooner?
Why don't the hands
Of that ugly, ornate clock
Run a little faster?
Like an arrythmic heart.

I can't frame sentences.
Or hold a thought.
Chase an idea.
Or turn a phrase.

There's a window
To my left.
I wish I could fly
Right out.

Or failing that,
Be able to write
Five words that matter.