Do I have writer's block...

or just an overactive internal critic? There's two weeks left in my workshop, so I want to turn in two new poems (I'm a week behind) tomorrow. I've been working on rough drafts for a week and can't come up with anything cohesive. I'm afraid of writing something cliched, or prosey (my most frequent workshop comment), and in turn, I'm not writing anything. As a result, my brain is about to explode and I'm smoking like a fiend...neither of which are helping. Maybe I need to get raging drunk and see what my subconscious wants to write about.