The Writers' Block

Here I've finally resorted to the old trick of writing about not being able to write by trying to imagine writer's block as an actual place.

                                                     The Writers’ Block


                                                 Is in the arsty part of town,
                                                 just south of the intersection
                                                 of Necessity and Invention,
                                                 where once-published authors
                                                 stare at blank pages or screens
                                                 until one of them blinks.
                                                 The more more fashionable ones
                                                 lounge in lofts and talk about
                                                 how there’s nothing new
                                                 left to write about
                                                 while in the lower apartments
                                                 novelists are looking
                                                 for Cinderella, ,
                                                 trying on first sentences
                                                 that don’t quite fit.
                                                 And beneath them all,
                                                 the underground poets
                                                 play bongos in the basement
                                                 long into the electric night,
                                                 searching for their rhythm
                                                 until they are well past beat.