I write

 

I write

For the glimpses

Of my blunt graphite

Agonizing in the ink faded

Over tattered white wood pulp

And the left latex crumbs to clear away scums. 

I write 

For the glimpses 

Of my love for love 

Bragging in the tempers I sulked 

Over randomness adhered through words

And the left unsaid to write in exemplars unseen.