Sometimes "the pen" calls me
black ink throbbing
in a brass tube
muffled screams handheld dreams
with words, yet understood.
"What's your intent? One more lament
or a quippy, query?
tale to tell?
As you invent, please just indent
and, punctuate as you,
cast your (perma-spell)"
And then it starts.
The wiggles.
I hold it loose between my thumb
and fingers
sometimes I get the giggles
sometimes I just go numb.
Desperations, contemplations
Ego trips with routes exposed.
I'm never quite sure where we're going
So
I try to wear comfortable clothes
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Sometimes "the pen" calls me
black ink throbbing
in a brass tube
muffled screams handheld dreams
with words, yet understood.
"What's your intent? One more lament
or a quippy, query?
tale to tell?
As you invent, please just indent
and, punctuate as you,
cast your (perma-spell)"
And then it starts.
The wiggles.
I hold it loose between my thumb
and fingers
sometimes I get the giggles
sometimes I just go numb.
Desperations, contemplations
Ego trips with routes exposed.
I'm never quite sure where we're going
So
I try to wear comfortable clothes
