new pen
new notebook
(cute puppies
stare at me
from the cover
with cute
puppy dog eyes)
I wait…
wait for inspiration…
wait for the flow
tick tock tick tock
inspiration…
…sure arriving
s
l
o
w
(new pen
(damn thing
leaking already!)
cheap fucking pen)
new pen, new notebook,
waiting for inspiration,
the flow,
words fill lines
in the notebook,
the pen leaving it’s
leaky mess through this
messy poem
leaking like an old man’s
dripping urinary tract
and i’m waiting,
waiting for the flow
that’s coming real
real
real
slow….
new pen
new notebook
same shit…
Notes
- One of the first poems I wrote upon moving back to Ontario after 13 years. It wasn’t an easy decision – it still isn’t.
- That pen really was leaky! Cheap pen! I did like the notebook.
Written: July 26, 2017