Poem: Sheet of Paper

 

Sheet Of  Paper

 

my thoughts

smash into a rectangle mouth,

sacrifice of candor;

and yet the more i break,

the more gluttony it shows,

gobbling agony spent.

 

this infinite albumen.

why does it mock

the babble of my scratches

while i rave to escape;

to break out out out out out

into a confettied ease of sun?

 

calm as glue, it watches

when i lay yet another pain-offering

on its frozen altar,

my anguish sure to resurrect,

clean under the cold morgue linen

again and again, over and over,

the quiet a foil to my berserk,

the placid a lock on my gate.

 

it is womb or death?

the little swarms of letters want to know,

these insects which convulse to evolve

as they generate linear nebulas--gone, all gone--

gone, gone, gone--

sucked into the square blank bland white hole.

 

 

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5/19 ... "heart" replaces "candor"

5/21 switched "heart" back to "candor"