Pen Poem
Submitted by Gene on July 30, 2010 – 9:08 amNo Comment
pen poem
by gene defcon
I cover my hands with disgusting pens
It feels good to clinch and unclinch
Beneath this mountain
Every movement sends dirty pens
Cascading down and the mountain grows wider
To place more pens on the top
I must use my mouth
Most of the pens are covered in a crust
And if not I can usually recall
From what foul orifice I retrieved them
These thoughts do not bother me
I am in a Zen state
California of the mind
