Theres Nature In Pencils
Salt from the peanuts numbs my lips
washing it greedily off
the beer numbs my mind
numbs to numbs to numbs
This pencil answers my call
hump that bale
tow that barge
toe that line
the lead skips pleasingly
across the virgin white paper
Use a pen, I do
no thanks
theres nature in pencils
they wrap easily in between warm fingers
and you can cut feelings
emotions, rapture
deep onto the lines.
With black graphite
you can drink textures of molten earth
from the smudged skirl
of a wooden stick
Twenty watts of meandering low voltage light
smoulder the words
to loose glowing embers
of gaslight dim reminiscences
sucking soft night into my world
as creature skies
steal shadow edges
and the pencil parks
Laz Writes...


Salt from the peanuts numbs my lips
washing it greedily off
the beer numbs my mind
numbs to numbs to numbs
This pencil answers my call
hump that bale
tow that barge
toe that line
the lead skips pleasingly
across the virgin white paper
Use a pen, I do
no thanks
theres nature in pencils
they wrap easily in between warm fingers
and you can cut feelings
emotions, rapture
deep onto the lines.
With black graphite
you can drink textures of molten earth
from the smudged skirl
of a wooden stick
Twenty watts of meandering low voltage light
smoulder the words
to loose glowing embers
of gaslight dim reminiscences
sucking soft night into my world
as creature skies
steal shadow edges
and the pencil parks
Laz Writes...


