A real writer’s block. After I’m finished
writing, I could run and skip down streets
with all the other writers on the block.
Compare notes, exaggerate and have fun.
Another good one would be a crystal block
on which the great master works were contained.
Stick it in a pocket and read it with my
fingertips. Why strain my vision?
How about this? A big block of ice cream
oozing pass throat filled with inspiration.
Or a chocolate block made from creamy images.
I want a writer’s block. Any of the above.