The Pen
The poets fingers twingle and flinger
Trying to ignore a commercial jingle
Sloping in his seat
Ouching and grasping a brand new fear
Wanting to do better work
Witout copying the arts of Poe & Quirk
By buying a notebook at Fretter
Should I go for two or three words
Slip And Stitch
For One
Pass
Anyhow What do I write
I have no knowledge of where the pen may go
Wandering now flying over into a watchamayoucallitairmindless
Jiberish trickling down the hill
Very distorted visions of that lonesome theater
Down at emptied mall now no longer
In use I no longer want her
This is the way it all happends to it
We are shaking are heads when we read this
For you to find my hidden dreaming patterns
Cause waiting for it to come
The fingers hold slipping , and stitching you
A babbling brooke by a pen
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