Writing with a thick carpenter’s pencil is work like trimming hedges laying asphalt or thinking I want a thin pencil, number 2, a clean, unused eraser, sharpened, hovering expectant…..
( like my favorite nipple )
schoolbus paint sporting an orange
head better watchout cuz she’s loaded
with lead, quick on the draw, takin aim on the
paper six sides shootin to a pointed taper the more you grind the sharper she
gets I like my pencil more than jumbo jets
--- she’s faster, you know, to any destination she flies to the limits of imagination
my pencil is hip number 2 with a clue droppin lead on the page oh yeah, it’s the rage with a point to make or break as you will not a quill to dip on the renaissance trip