I sit inside a poets mind,
And mess with the machine,
Their stories pour and print on paper,
And it's not always clean.
A gear there and engine here,
Their clicking engines work.
The pen falls and fills the bottle
Of ink while it spills.
The story is done,
His work is gone,
But never is forgotten.
He resets the typewriter
And starts to write again.
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
I sit inside a poets mind,
And mess with the machine,
Their stories pour and print on paper,
And it's not always clean.
A gear there and engine here,
Their clicking engines work.
The pen falls and fills the bottle
Of ink while it spills.
The story is done,
His work is gone,
But never is forgotten.
He resets the typewriter
And starts to write again.
© 2011 Matthew Albert Perry