This Pen

if this pen could breathe
it would release
a drawn out sigh
black ink exhaling
heat rising from the page

if this pen could taste
it would spit
this minds bitter thoughts
holes burning
in the shape of words

if this pen could see
it would blink twice
before going wide-eyed
peering at these thoughts
scratched into the surface of this page

if this pen could feel
it would buckle
under the weight
stacked in spiral bound notebooks
pulsing in their rage

if this pen could breathe
it would inhale and taste the ink
spreading into vision
marking feeling
on this white page filling.

October 25, 2005

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