Thoughts and Pens

I want to write
Grabbing shreds
with papers flying
catching impulses
with pens running dry

Amidst
ebb and flow of forgetfulness
whether absorbing in mind
or in phone memory
or by typing dead letters
trying to make verse alive

Squeezing on paper
in the study
in front of the idiot box
in seclusion
or on streets

Flipping through magazines
incoherent words
far and between
begging for meanings
What to mean?
But why to mean?

Dylan or Linkin
Green day or Blue
My thoughts and pens are awry
Hail Falling pens
enough for now

I don't care
what I write
But I still want to write