Conveyor

The earth lurches and I’m thrown off-kilter., myself bewildered. A once stationary plain — a testament to tedium and manifest boredom — presently rolls beneath my feet, carrying me to I know not where.  I care little at the time, for such is life — the sundry quakes, innocuous shakes that hardly break the status... Continue Reading →

Implement-ation

I am a pen, but what then when nobody wants a pen, or to read. They all have nails to be hammered, so I am a hammer. For that’s all they see. What becomes of this pen after blow, after blow? Ink dried up inside No beckon to flow. Lying a stub The pages left... Continue Reading →

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