He is his own typewriter

He is his own typewriter,
words overlapping,
anxious to be pages,
in a well-thumbed story;
re-told like a prayer,
felt like an expletive.

His hands tap his thigh.
Keys making contact.
Paper emerging from
the line of fire,
greatly changed,
but proud of its,
type-face stripes.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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