lost

today i came across
another blog titled,
desolation row.
and although i never
figured that i was

the only Dylan fan,
i felt cheated.
as Bob must feel,
when cheap
two bit poets like
me use his titles.

now i sit here
and i feel empty.
like i've sold
my creative soul.
fingertips churn
tap tap tapping

on the keyboard.
my eyes are burning,
lacking sleep and
anticipating threads
of insecurity.