I read her mind

she's like a book

no chapter worth a second look


my life-sentence

jailed on a page

brackets bar this printed cage


her musings pour

bound by rude glue

she rarely takes you anywhere new


she intends to

edit me out

I'm two two-dimensional; I cannot shout


other fellows

fill the pages

to supplement her bulging wages


like me pinned down

by sharp full stops

our only exercise emptying slops


what twists and turns

she has in store

she likes to keep them wanting more


comes a hero

to stop the clock;

she's just been struck by writer's block





◄ Room For One More

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