It takes 30 cigarettes to write a poem

You don’t write a poem
you carve it
sentence by semi colon;
lovers lost
colour your daydreams
and time irrespective
rolls quietly on;

You abandon phrases
that fit perfectly
your first three paragraphs;
you close your eyes and
search and search for words
that make you cry or laugh;

You scribble out;
you screw paper
tight in your angry little fist;
Thirty cigarettes later
still no more the wiser
you wonder if
Shakespeare
smoked like this.

Ā© Copyright D. Archer October 2011Ā 

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11 thoughts on “It takes 30 cigarettes to write a poem

  1. I’m sure Shakespeare has a vice or two while spilling his heart out on the page…I know the feeling…. I just had to run to store for more cigs.

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