Thoughts turn to poetry that rhymes
and pretty girls that taunt his mind
If he waits until he’s ready
What if ready doesn’t come
A trilogy of thoughts clogs his heart
Fifty-thousand words in 30 days
A writer’s blocked-up mind
can only think of red candles
and voices in his head
This one-bedroom isn’t big enough
for all three of us.
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