Scribbles

A single slip of paper

Untarnished, purely white

A stubby, yellow pencil

My tools with which I write

Here all my vague ideas

Begin to make designs

And unconnected phrases

Weave themselves to rhymes

Here I find my pleasure

Here I find disgust

I write when I am able

Erasing when I must

A single slip of paper

With scribbles across its face

A stubby, yellow pencil

That I really should replace.