The Smell of Writer’s Block

May 13, 2009
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It carries an aroma

of ink

and pencil sharpenings.

Like paper

and eraser.

Like an old,

crusty dictionary

lying open on my floor.

Like an overheated lamp

hanging over my head

and the pillow

I lay my face in

when nothing comes.

Like the crowded

dusty bookshelves

I turn to for advice

And bury my nose

in each one

searching for my muse.

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