Sunday, July 21, 2019

Night's Regret



Intangible pens don't speak, Darling,

you should know - I mean after all these years


of back pocket notebooks and

borrowing pens from shopkeepers

ideas are not housed from the rain

if they do not have flesh to protect first.


Sunshine is a funny thing,

and so are artists - but I guess I'm not one


to talk considering I've been called both

countless times since birth. Intangible pens

like mute songbirds , nightingales with insomnia

and a cukoo that doesn't know to nest.


Darling, that's all your works are

if you can't remember to keep a pen with you as well.
    

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