leaking Pen (Wellington, New Zealand)

Click click click and submit
Edit edit edit and recommit
Each time I let go of new lines
Go back and redo my designs
My keyboard dizzy with my indecisions
Pains my fingers' from surgical incisions
Wish I could leave these virgin thoughts alone
With pure innocence they rang with tone
Then the wizard of my mind's control
Riveting the gears of my fall
I miss the old days with parchment and inks
Once a note written, it never blinks
And into the caves of history it hid
From prying eyes in a jar with a lid
For prosperity sake for my heart to discover
These gems of mine as a new lover
For the beauty of original thought
I celebrate with fanfare and little distraught
I wish I could be like old antiques
Do away with laptops and speedy deletes
The greater good not to stress my bank
When prudent with each page blank
Let go of the hands of my tongs
And celebrate the pulses of my songs
Chances now I will come back again
Edit these lines with my laptop's pen!
Wait! Wait! I just thought of a new gen
This Poem should end with Amen!
But like a persistent outbreak
This poem a rumbling earthquake!


last edit October 19th 2012