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Writers Block

Posted in Poetry by chrislacour on July 11, 2008

I draw squares.

Boxes.

I should write words.

Sentences.

Instead,

four lines.

Four corners.

Over and over.

Four lines.

Four corners.

The metaphor?

They’re fucking squares.

Not words.

Posted in Poetry by chrislacour on April 8, 2008

These Damn spots are driving me crazy. . .

Watching floaters waltz across my field of vision.

Changing pace and track at will,

on a path preconceived by no one.

With every spot born from the blurry edges of my sight,

I dream,

of endless flight.

Leading me to the future,

that bright white light.

And always, with anchors cast,

my heart’s dreams halt.

My mind drawn back to front and center.

My concentration refocused

on yet another.