My pencil breaks each time it touches paper
Like a metaphor on the impermanence
Of thoughts racing like bicycles on dusty
Cobbled roads, crashing, colliding
Scraping the dust and inhaling it like coke

Infinity! I am beyond the parchment
Contradictions of life!
The metaphysical drums resounding
In complete surrender to the
Violence of the pencil lead etching
On the paper's blank lifeless face

What does the words even mean, other than
Mere symbols for our raging heads,
Addicted to meaning
Water, sharpener, wallet, clock,
Pomade, hair comb sitting on a
floating desk of wood, willed
By a hand delirious for escape!