The Drunken Pen Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
The Drunken Pen
Why do you lie
While I sleep?
Telling things
That I should keep
Oh, Drunken pen
Trailing ink
Telling stories while I drink
Where are you
When I wake?
Gone, gone
But the ink
Just the ink
On paper traced
nothing left
But stories, Stories,
To be told
In the dark
Never, ever to be shown
in the light of day
But drunken pen
Why do you,
Yet sober stay
So far andfar away?
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