The Vague History (and Future!) of PoetryA Poem by theunionisloud
Lovesick for an idea-- any will do
A new pen! from the flourescently-lit shelves to that one at the bottom of the junk drawer Yes, that one, 'neath the sophisticated drawer A new idea to spark OR reincarnate yesterday's thoughts I hope it does the latter. This pen-- yes, this one, I found it in the alleyway, planked between the gravel germy and smashed, good riddance! Ink stains up my arm before I get the chance to write Whose splattering words? Who's splattering words?! exploding, exploited ideas contained, constrained not Try again Something good'll come of this, one day. One day. Today! the past begging for another (gun)SHOT, another (knife)STAB, another (pen)WRITE Ink stains up my arm before I get the chance to write! Whose splattering words? Ink staines through my head, a chance to write, write, write! Exploding ideas My ideas! Yes, they were yours. This pen's tireless relay.
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