It hums in my pocket
pulsing creative energy
beckoning me to
slow down, stop, drink coffee
and make an impression
The six-language introduction
flatters me
I’m now a member
of the creative class
jotting deep thoughts
as I meander through pensive days
It pulls my new (miniature) pen
across the soft pages
which swing on a stitched binding
and lie flat as I write
It’s even got a pocket in back
to hold cards and notes
from my hip friends
and receipts
which are my old method
of capturing my muse
a random pen
scratched over the writing on the back
and tucked into the book du jour
squinting to read it later
I think I’ll collect receipts in that pocket
in case this thing doesn’t work out.
Posted in: Moleskine
Mmmmmmm, so if all your poet friends buy hummer’s, what will you do then!
i like what the moleskin is doing to ya buddy…
keep writin’!
i blame the moleskin but i think it was a great weak in glorietta hanging with your peeps.