Writing Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

My best work came from nights of cigarettes and wine,
And all my words flowed like a single rolling dime,
Round and round till it would stop and fall flat,
And I would pick it up again and spin it on the mat.
Again it would spin, and ideas would stream in,
Not a single piece of paper would meet the rubbish bin.
Every single poem would jive with rhythm and rhyme,
Just like the spin of a single rolling dime.