I'm Sorry, I Appear to Have Misplaced my Give-A-Damn

I’m a straight line
drawn with a ruler
across & down this page.
Sputterings of ink &
crinkled paper show
where pen pressed too hard,
where thought & action
collide, where want & need
reside.

You’re that squiggle
over in the corner
when pen pretends
to run dry.
An irritating moment,
but you don’t give a damn
coz you’re high.