Oh, ho, ho, ho garsh. (Writer’s Block Part ii)
I had this writer’s block thing goin’ on,
For a long period __________. <—(Like that.)
Then one day, it just brilliantly sprung out on me
Like a moose moseying across the road,
And I’m on time for a rueful collision in my hypothetical mobile.
The clean sound of crash.
The next thing I know,
I’m pickin’ glass from my ears and virulent smoke’s fillin’ up my lungs.
That’s when it’s time to escape,
And when I do, the air is so crisp.
What a battle, though-
Dripping blood, clumps of hair, moose, and bent metal-
A cataclysm, but I survived.
It’s a brilliant moment like this when I set fire to the car
And watch a burning block between me and writing smolder to ash.