Thursday

Staple Remover

Ripping removing rending
Alligator teeth viciousness lending
Tearing to singleness sheets
Pulling away piles of neat
Groups parted and lone paper tending
To try to join again all gaps mending
Bound loosed and taking out the bind
Dittos let go uncertain what to find
Solitary pages now free
No longer us now a me
Lonely

Monday

Pens

Everywhere increasing
With no policing
Against penetration
Of every surface and location
Filling the world
Fingers clutching curled
Never releasing
Writing unceasing
Tapping and too many
10 for a penny
Disappearing every time
It should be a crime
Rolling around
Where they go confounds
Hands try to find
Later resigned
Then from nowhere
It rolls to the brink
My pen I snare
But it has no ink