Pencil Man

The author in his study
Thinking hard,
Trying to get inspired.
He spins his pencil and crumples up paper.
He falls

He awakes, skinny and yellow
A pink rubber hat atop his head.
Wherever he walks he is followed
By a dark lead trail.
Stories spill form him
Like a broken sand timer.
He falls over, his feet broken
He is slowly lowered in to a small dark motor.

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