Problematic

problematic

Problematic
a jour poétique
words arranged to explode
but not one makes it
automatic
to center stage.
Perhaps my condition
prevents a fluid exchange
as each line
fights not to rhyme.
Vaguely I recall
burning candles to write
but now I depend on a 60 watt
to scare off the dark
hidden within.
I seem to delight
my heart at times
then thoughts begin
to conjure
alibis.
Problematic poet..

Poet, part-time..

Part-timer
of time..
But then I notice,
I’m not the only one…

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