By: Ben Goss

MULTIMEDIA PRESENTATION:ODE TO MY PEN

My pen tailors my thoughts

Into a tapestry of language

He delivers a myriad of sentences

To the solid pulp mash which imbibes his ink

Crimson verbs, Obsidian nouns, Oceanic adjectives

Sometimes pen flows too eagerly

And vomits ebon blobs upon the page

Soon though ballpoint becomes hoarse and fades.

Sputtering and incoherent, his speech regresses

Final words stutter, and he perishes blankly

Mute, buried in a wastebasket

Among the other has-beens.