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
