“Stop trying to hit me and HIT ME!”
writer's block?! naahhh...
what do you become
when you get tired
of clichés?
when alchemy is boring,
and synesthesia can’t fill up
creativity’s place
because the former is too well-worn
and the latter is already
burdened with some
inverted pyramid
of notions,
and when the sugar level in your blood
is so damn low,
that not even the proverbial ambrosia
could lift it from the grave?
what poison to you dip your tongue in
to further paint some new definition
for “next”,
if leafing through your knowledge
you come to say that
blasphemy became useless
because of the foreseeability
of the Pharisees’ barking
and of the skeptics’ debates?
do you just blind your eyes,
grab a gun
and play Russian roulette with words
instead of silver bullets?
or maybe you take vows of hypocrite silence
with false humbleness
for fear of the commoners’ ignorant judgment…
you could, of course,
pretend to explore some virgin lands
and say you recently ran into
the hidden treasures of enlightenment,
artistically pretending to still be interesting
and force the hand of some grotesque creation
under the pretext of being a path-opener -
after all, who knows?!
some may actually fall for that
and your numbers would grow…
or,
you could leniently pet your brain,
tempting it with the promise
of some relaxing music and a light reading
(no, not Emerson, i said “light”, ok?),
hoping to actually convince it
to blurt out some strange new thingy
that you can shape into what the rest could call
a poem…
but in the end,
just between you and me,
off the record,
wouldn’t you agree that sometimes
you just know why “ignorance is bliss”?
ha-ha....after reading this...i don't know if I dare write another poem!!
"or maybe you take vows of hypocrite silence with false humbleness for fear of the commoners’ ignorant judgment…" Such a biting humor in your words. Sometimes we make writer's block seem like such an insurmountalbe obstacle. Loved the humor in your piece here. .