Later

What to write 
what to write 
when there’s nothing 
left to say 
when nothing inspires 
me sitting here 
finally admitting my
lack of passion 
I stumble back 
into the bedroom 
lift the covers 
pulling you close 
now the match
has been struck 
igniting my flame 
rats
if only my
typewriter could fit 
in the bed
later my friends