A fat pen helps
A fat pen helps the time go by
sometimes it’s fun to watch it race by
with streaks of fire trailing past
whether she has brown hair and blue eyes
or blond hair and dark shades
I just need to see
Wonder what if
and have the time to try and lose my self
I would have never guessed that the hardest
thing to lose would end up being my self
To let consciousness flow out
to write page upon page
a hand is the ultimate page. I mean the ultimate tool
drop them with the rest of the chaos.
Is there a brown hared beauty in the house across the street, next door
is she alone, longing for comfort?
It is women who inspire the great accomplishments
Their beauty, their demure, they are the star light on earth
I am just bones held in a bag waiting to be cast a side.
More like a pon or trash, something to be done without
but employs a slight effort to approach.
(it’s starting to flow) a glass of wine
with beauty to view is a bliss many never enjoy.
The lucky or determined have a wine seller
and surround themselves with beauty.
Just a page a day.
Just a little commitment that’s all that is required.
A shred of discipline.