My pen, the shovel, you have one too,
that digs for nuggets,
of gold and finds coal.
Messy writing shuffle,
pen and ink, hug its
place on my paper soul.
The trick is like finding truffles,
writing to spread the fungus,
add heat, duress, be an atoll,
and
you may
produce a gem
a diamond in the rough is
still a diamond.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
My pen, the shovel, you have one too,
that digs for nuggets,
of gold and finds coal.
Messy writing shuffle,
pen and ink, hug its
place on my paper soul.
The trick is like finding truffles,
writing to spread the fungus,
add heat, duress, be an atoll,
and
you may
produce a gem
a diamond in the rough is
still a diamond.
Under the influence of too much DARK chocolate...
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