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An Ode to Instruments of a Linguistic Sense

November 30, 2009
By VWordsmith GOLD, Toronto, Other
VWordsmith GOLD, Toronto, Other
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My beloved Bic,
portal to the otherworld
Enabling me to
escape from this world into the next-
the world of Hilroy and Fivestar, where I watch
Prince Papyrus battle it out against his arch nemesis-
The Vile Vellum.
I long to grip your sturdy exterior (among my index and middle is where you shall rest)
For evermore.

Your ink so black, divergent with the paper
Ebony versus Ivory.
The Night Sky versus the Moon.
Obama versus McCain.

(We’re on the winning side, my love).

You slide along the paper so smoothly; a shark gliding towards its prey-
bleeding my thoughts (my insides) onto every terrain (every first draft).
You are my Adam; I am your Eve
We will formulate animation, pursue domination, concoct illumination
I hope to be with you forever, a holy union like no other
You and I forever (We share a love like no other),
My beloved Bic.


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naomid SILVER said...
on Dec. 23 2009 at 6:01 pm
naomid SILVER, Richmond Hill, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Boredom:the desire for desires&quot;<br /> -Tolstoy

lol, i like the political reference. Nice use of humour