Blackwing

            pencil or pen?

punched out on the screen

fingers on square plastic, what does it mean?

on the desk beside sits a sacred box of 602 blackwing

expensive-never used just smelled and touched,

            which...may be bitten?

another favoured product discontinued,

i can live without that honoured lotion or shampoo,

but can the cedar palomino replace the original lead, smooth?

longing to be a part of the cult in my head,

             602 blackwing! oh, why didn’t i stock up before you took flight?

lamenting all the chewed erasers and if the words written were even worth it...

like a fine black appendage connected, plugged directly into my creative.

a natural extension half the pressure, smart and twice the speed Trigger the gold Palomino.

             aerodynamic rare bird pecking my head.

woodclinched black steel so much darker when the light goes out,

wishing it had never shone, a greying memory of graphite.

contemplating the greatest ideas twirling that hexagon through my fingers.

              as i wash my face at night,

securing my chignon with my black beauty as ideas linger,

remembering the soft glide over the paper, dirty erasures

             these eager words came as i readied for bed.

                                                             blackwing on paper...