Feigning interest in conversation,
creative outlets yearn for time and space.
Artistic realms, that are never idle,
refuse to be contained.
Multiple shapes and colors
litter the desk top calendar.
Constant motion, to prevent insanity,
evidence of self imposed belief.
Capabilities beyond limits, tire of
drums beaten by others.
Selective threads connect;
bursting from fabric of a distracted mind .
Squares fill with commitments;
another page torn away .
Empty borders beckon for ink;
circles transform into flowers of perfection.
Scattered symbols; straight lines
curve to include personality.
Nose and fingers, peering over the fence;
with a curlicue sprig of hair.
Smiling because time allows for
the completion of what is started.
Sketching vertical slats recklessly, perfectly;
I write, Kilroy Wuz Here!
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