crawling

^Scrawling 

this book is closer to closing because of
my crawling and scrawling
on the pages
flipping them with my feet as I go
pen in one hand
feebly scribbling
trying to capture these thoughts
before they are
 out of my mind
out of my grasp.
 Barely willing anymore,
but the pages flip
they flip if I scrawl or if I don’t
tugged faster and faster by time, pages
flipping me over and under the days.
 Some pages draw only a line from me,
using my pen for leverage
making a clean line across the page
those days
I stand and live

Labels: nonsense, poetry, writing

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