Orange Crayons

I redraft my latest unfinished sentence

on the walls of the library.

Orange crayons are my favourite writing implement,

or is it utensil? (or is it implement?)

Picasso claimed his artistic ambition

was to paint like a child

(he never quite scaled those heights,

in my humble/ignorant opinion).

I tried this as a poet, but when you’re limited

to monosyllabic words, mainly misspelt,

then you end up sounding as competent

as an Instagram poet (well, I say poet).

Writing in orange crayon

is my way of compromising

with my inner childpoet

(neologism dictionary compilers 

please take note).