Blocked by Bloodmoon

Looking at a white blank page As if it has something to say Word wizard won’t you rescue me Lot lizard don’t please for free Muse is confused she needs prayer I’m bored and blue without her care Watching blood moon peeking cloud Pen saint or sin but write it down Writer’s use pen like a needle Now and then pulse is feeble Needing eyes to spy written words To feel alive and fly like bird This poem sucks like babe on breast Writer’s block is still a turquoise test I never pass it I cheat with finesse Blood moon spoons me food to digest