Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Paper Clip – Daily Writing March 27th

A sergeant major mustering the troops before inspection, aligning the volunteers, the pages falling into line beneath the salute he gives. Shiny disciplined polished directions perfect in angular semaphore The glove of discipline falls easily over a coddling of warm fresh photocopy paper, it’s edges curling like autumn leaves, the print drying like rain that’s tumbled from a thundery summer squall.

Falling on the desk after being picked up its a small percussion section, a triangle amongst the side drum of the pen holder and the Bass drum monotone of the computer monitor. It’s a silver bullet to solve the problem of unruly pages, that werewolf is dead in its tracks. The pages bump and grind against this ‘59 Buick bumper bar of chromium order. A race track around which the light dances, the reflected world changes shape as it moves through the air, the under side only reflecting the blank world of page 1…