Villanot (form without the pesky substance)

April 19th challenge

Oh what to write when nothing comes to mind?
A mind is such an awful thing to waste.
My muse plays coy and leaves me in a bind.

It's empty. Like a watermelon rind
my brain a blank as if it's been erased.
Oh what to write when nothing comes to mind?

I search my heart for insights très sublime
and scour my blog for things to cut and paste.
My muse plays coy and leaves me in a bind.

The morning news has nothing that I find
sufficiently compelling to make haste
with what to write when nothing comes to mind.

And in the darkness where I'm all but blind
no images unchaste excite the chase.
My muse is coy and leaves me in a bind.

And why, oh muse, do you remain unkind?
My mind an oven'd turkey to be baste.
Oh! What to write when Nothing comes to mind?
My muse is coy and leaves me in a bind.