Writers block

Lost,
last awash,
in the depth of disparity,
Lacking solidarity,
familiarity and taste
fuel this haste, at blistering pace
with fierce dexterity
for clarity and posterity
furiously scribing peculiarity
saying "scrawl and enthrall"
seriously said to be
staunchly saving sincerity.
But its incomprehensible
C'mon man! Be sensible!
prowess is not negotiable
it's fuckin' indispensable.
Fumbling fingers flail,
failing to not slip,
tripping and dripping
sinking, spewing and ripping,
missing.... finding that gripping
on these crippling ideas of mine,
but that's fine! Give me time!
its all on the tip of my tongue,
My poetry is only young,
unsung and inexperienced,
yet showing the audience,
some fully fledged confidence,
a reliance on defiance,
the science of non-compliance!
yet... I fight to write,
I'll chalk it up to shock?
or the 4 o'clock lock?
Blank gaze, rephrase,
lost,
last awash,
in writers block.