Who holds the mushy pen

The author gives

the narrative to follow

Presented for your edification

Edited for presentation

Still words ring hollow

This way, see?

Back to the garden

Only we know

Follow me

The mushy pen

It sketches thick

loose, clotting blobs

Filled with oil pastels

in beige and sand

grey and smoke

No mirrors there

Reflection is selfish

Your privacy is theft

You are a criminal

says the mushy pen