Pen to Paper
written by: Kyle Theobald
Before putting pen to paper,
I lock myself in a room,
whitewashed, windowless,
no distractions.
I suspend the pen from the
ceiling and paw at it like a cat,
fashion the paper into an origami antelope,
then exchange it for parchment and
the pen for a quill, then a pencil before
swapping the parchment for a slate
which blunts the pencil, forcing me to retaliate
with a pen and more paper.
I bite the end off then
dismember and dissect the pen,
compress the spring
beneath my thumb so it s o a r s across the room,
roll the paper into a telescope to
ascertain the location of the spring but in doing so
find myself drawn into redecorating the walls which I
repaint red, yellow and blue before
resorting to wallpaper.
I start a society for the prevention of
Pen Abuse only to dissent from
being its sole member
on the basis that alternative writing implements should be
afforded equal rights, and finally I
call the paper company to present a complaint about
the substandard pulping process for which they are
accountable leading to a frivolous fifteen-minute musical interlude
followed by a heated altercation that culminates with
pulp and paper being scrunched and discarded in the
waste bin.
- Pen To Paper - September 29, 2016
