Pen & Paper

pen & paper & I’m already restless words that grace is blessed with fulfilling yet it’s still empty there’s a fine line between Sundays & autumn of life pinned to the chair pined for the ceiling birds singing their songs of freedom conversations & sobriety endless length of the insignificantly do they hand out medals for patience? some days down a line I’ll be braver I’ll write the words haunting me with pen & paper I’ll renew the world the heaven the hell & all the same bullshit they sell Men of a thousand excuses And the women abiding them it’s still empty … its still just paper with a few careless thoughts “let there be light” & I’m out of money, hope, pills & anything resembling dignity I screw you if you screw me & I won’t even complain when you pull out & stain my already sordid life is what you make it it’s still empty … nothing pupates it’s all the same I regale with my everyday tales I get up, get out, get down & get lost masturbation, celebration, affirmation I get the information fat thighs & stupid lines on an empty piece of paper empty I tell you … nothing worth mentioning I’ve wasted your time … pardon? keep hoping for lightning to strike to suddenly be a genius Greek & God … sassy & sober inches long & tall with a smile so wide I’m sliding sideways through doors into the rooms … empty pen & paper & I’m already restless