I've decided to go on a holiday
Take a trip not so far away
I hike across the paper grass
An ink lake I almost pass

I dive right on in
Now ink stained veins
I travel across vast mountains
Trailing behind an ink river

Forming the ups and downs
The rolls and spins around
Dizzy I fall upon wet grounds
Tweeting of a pen birds sound

This is where you'll find me
Upon an ink stained paper grass sea

there is a mote
of dust,
in my eye

it comes from
the dust bunny's ***.

i caught him, copulating
under the couch,
with two odd socks,
while the lego man watched.

he, in guilty panic,
shook and shed,
his lint everywhere....

and
i caught this bit
with my eye
the rest i collected
with my nose...