January 14, 2009

I prefer the leaky pens,
the ones that spit and slobber
on the page like mastiffs.

I prefer the leaky pens
that spin and smear
like Pollock paint on
these tiny blue-lined canvases.

I prefer the leaky pens
that spill the words and words
my Rubbermaid mouth wouldn't
say if you turned me over
and shook my like a madman.