Parker's Plight
Merely to scratch the surface
Parker’s clogged nib ruminates
“How annoying, scratch and scribble..”
My horizontal paradise lost, marred
by the occasion drool coming from Goliath.
Laying down, often, I roll from side to side a cat’s paw
for the skin sack above me
ah…I am beyond maudlin
I am blue, dilly dilly.
Blue like the veins in the digited palms
which twirl and whirl me across endless scapes of white.
Oh, how I long for a brighter surface, a deeper well.
Ah well, so full of Dear’s and Sirs and Madam’s
that an occasional To Whom It May Concern causes
twitters of laughter from the godhead.
I would dance with the pretty pencil, if I could, but
stand alone.. if only.. if only… I pray to the breath of life
above for a pen stand, and perhaps pink paper?
Destined only to stand or fall at its will,
I mourn.
I wonder what the paper thinks?
Sincerely,
Parker
*The Parker Pen Company is a manufacturer of pens,
founded in 1888 by George Safford Parker
in Janesville, Wisconsin, United States.
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