Not A Poem Poem by Matthew Foor

This is not a poem
It's anything but a poem

I need to write
I need to get it out
All this pent up angst

Where did it go
The inspirational voice
That used to be so loud

John sits across from me
Talking endlessly
About this and that

Me not really listening
Nodding my empty head
Scribbling on my pad
Trying to make something
Of nothing

I bought two new pens last night
Highway robbery, I say
Six dollars for 2 fine point pens

It seems, as a poet
I cant get enough pens
Its all that I prefer to write with

Pencils can go straight to hell
Seemingly weak willed to me
Sitting on a page
Easily erased
Always needing sharpened
Breaking tips now and again
Who needs the headache

Everything just flows better with a pen
Smooth with a pen

Oh and paper!
Don't get me started on paper
Seems like I'm always in short supply
Looking for scraps here and there

I digress

You see?
Writing about nothing

Can turn into something