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Subject: Alex, What Is Writer's Block!

Author:
Jjaz

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Date Posted: 14:23:32 02/21/01 Wed
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I am a deaf man
With a blind vision
And my cane is broken
For such as to carry
illegitimate legs
I often hold them under my arms
like a bum wrapped in a paper bag.

Sometimes, I am
an illiterate scribe
that paints pictures
on bathroom walls
while brushing the silence away
with red, blue and black
verses

I am like the sun
That trips over the horizon
Everyday!
Only to return with another fall
Upwards! Again!
You can mark the days
Or the nights!

Forget the hours
The minutes�seconds
They pass so swiftly
And they always win the race
You can never beat them
Especially
with a broken pencil

Damn I miss the lyrics!
That brought me visions
When I poured them
on paper
I heard then�
Because the sky
was several shades of blue

Then I tried tossing flowers
Into the pool
I thought it was the ocean
And they would leave
And come back
Instead, they stagnated
Into green stuff

So, I tossed in the legs
Oh, and the pencil
I didn't hear them scream for help
As I was deaf
And I am sure
That someone has put a writer's block
Between my ears

I wonder if the pencil floated
Perhaps, I should have tied
a rock to it
Na, I hate diving after things
That sit at the bottom
Of my self-reflections
And I can't write the wrong.

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