Inkless Pen
Solid lines of no solidarity;
scribbling at paper with an inkless pen.
Brain-check,
flash-back;
to a time when rhyme meant decent lines
in due time.
And now I’m stuck with this darn inkless pen;
scribbling for weeks on a blank sheet of paper.
Scribbling for weeks and the end-product is this;
at least an end-product exists!
Touché
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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