Poem.

[aquabean]

A Spiral Notebook
by Ted Kooser

The bright wire rolls like a porpoise
in and out of the calm blue sea
of the cover, or perhaps like a sleeper
twisting in and out of his dreams,
for it could hold a record of dreams
if you wanted to buy it for that
though it seems to be meant for
more serious work, with its
college-ruled lines and its cover
that states in emphatic white letters,
5 SUBJECT NOTEBOOK. It seems
a part of growing old is no longer
to have five subjects, each
demanding an equal share of attention,
set apart by brown cardboard dividers,
but instead to stand in a drugstore
and hang on to one subject
a little too long, like this notebook
you weigh in your hands, passing
your fingers over its surfaces
as if it were some kind of wonder.


(Do office supplies count as a kink?)

Comments

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

(Do office supplies count as a kink?)

Ask Konzen, god of office sex. ;-)

[runefallstar.livejournal.com]

Ask Konzen, god of office sex. ;-)

Umm...is it wrong that I think I just found my patron saint?

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

Not when he looks like that, it isn't.

[nightengale.livejournal.com]

I'd say yes, based on my fixation on interest in Sharpies, mini marble-covered composition notebooks, and smooth blue Papermate pens.

::grin::

[runefallstar.livejournal.com]

I'm only allowed to go to Office Depot with people who don't mind me having a spontaneous orgasm in the pen ilse. Heh.

[nightengale.livejournal.com]

Hey, at least you're still allowed to *go* to office supply stores! I am only allowed in at the beginning of each school term, once.

Nobody, and I mean *nobody,* lets me near the Sharpie aisle anymore. They learned. They buy them *for* me and give them to me in the car. ^.^;;