Old Dixon Ticonderoga

 This is about pencils and wanting to get away from screens and draw shitty cartoons.

Old Dixon Ticonderoga #2

It’s raining out the window

and my eyes are pixelating

Staring at computer screens.

I just want to pick up my

Old Dixon Ticonderoga

and draw shitty pictures of my

            Dreams.

My iPhone is buzzing

To say I’m 10 minutes late,

My eyes are heavy,

and my give-a-damn is waning.

I just want to pick up my

Old Dixon Ticonderoga

and draw shitty pictures of my

            Dreams.

I’ve been up and running

for what seems like 47 hours,

but it’s only been 129 minutes.

Don’t know why I’m counting down,

when there’s no rocket to launch. 

I just want to pick up my

Old Dixon Ticonderoga

and draw shitty pictures of my

            Dreams.

My mind is ruminating

on all the stupid shit I wish

I’d never done

Sometimes I think I’ve

just forgotten what it’s

like to simply have some fun.

Life needs a giant eraser

I’d just wipe some

mis-(or missed)-adventures away,

and start over again

with a relatively clean page.

I just want to pick up my

Old Dixon Ticonderoga

and draw shitty pictures of my

            Dreams.

I’m a terrible artist so

this metaphor is lame,

I don’t care because I’m

drawing superheroes

flying through outer space.

My mind is like 2-year old

scattered all over the place.

I just want to pick up my

Old Dixon Ticonderoga

And draw shitty pictures of my

            Dreams.