A New Pen

the sorry for myself poetry

trips swiftly off the pen

more than a year’s worth at a time

scribbled ignominiously down

always just a little bit wrong

 

I can feel a prickling at my skin

the heat of the morning’s thoughts

tattoo themselves before I’ve barely begun

to entertain  possibilities

to try out the inevitabilities

 

I need a change

 

I need to change

 

I need a new pen

 

 

 

 

Copyright February 2016

 

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