The Commencement

  Certainly do not want to waste any space
in my precious notebook of chicken scratch
ramblings
ramblings of an incoherent nature
Oh sweet fool of the great lustrous nothing.
nothing better to do of this numbing slumber.
Come...we take to the pen..
on blizzard eve nightfall 
drunken parchment binge 
soak me of this pigmented fluid 
deep into the crooked knotty veins
of this byproduct of our imminent deforestation..
Hypnotic ejaculate of brainwindow 
mouth projector 
pen 
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allets's picture

Enjoyed Process

of writing poem. Well said.



Lady A

Beatnik1979's picture

Yeah

the brain works in mysterious ways.

sometimes the ink you need can’t be found in any pen.