Lines

millions of straight lines
stitched together
etched and withered like
ad old woman's delicate
neck. Beautiful -
over-used and never
mingled, treasured lines
of life, wrinkled - understanding.
the stenciled sailboats
bobbing on paper,
parenting the pencil
parenting the hand and
mind and souls of these
street-side sidewalk
steel-mills.
the utensils itch and
quiver, never 
comfortable, warm, or
ever under covers, never
talking, smoking, or smiling -
translating aeriality,
skyly deconstructing.
eaten/absorbed/crumpled
like car parts, occasionally
recycled, Whizzing


across paper - else being
Fizzed into the can
trampling or trampled
made of wood and staples-
faded plastics,
inks and alcohol - blades
of furious practice. niches
with cousins and twins
of language - in-
capable of languor
switching whenever
switched. alive by default
snaked
often dead once bought
capable at any moment
to compose any thought.
The Everyman's Atlas
of Nought. the pencil
the paper, plastics and
staples, occasional 
instances of brainy goo
and remnants
of residual glue.