i don't know why
words on lines are
so entertaining as they
march
march across the paper in
no
particualr
order
or why my old, chewed on
yellow pencil could
create art -no- music
with words
only words
because it is alien to me
but then what is not
alien if
you've
never
seen
it
before?
so i sit and let the gears and levers
(and wheels)
work in my brain and
i chew on my pencil
out of pure
habit.
