Pencil - June 1994

You think you’ve found it, and then like a trip to the toilet it disappears

Whatever it is, that perfect rhyme, that perfect jingle

To say what your whole being is wanting to say

How come it never comes out like it is inside?

Maybe it catches its wings on the floodgates

And loses its meaning in the lead of the pencil?

Lost forever

But for that moment in Thoughtland

It is the best overture you’ve ever heard

Bliss