Scratches on a Napkin


scratches on a napkin
thick and mostly uneven
I had no inspiration
I just felt like writing something
there was a pencil nearby that caught my attention
and even though I'm with company I must write something
it's like an addiction
smooth graphite on a blank page is what keeps me going
or in this case a napkin
and I feel myself leaning into the table
expecting something great to happen
but the muse never comes
the drive is nothing but the addition
and the words are just heroin
filling the empty spaces of a napkin

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