Poem: Sheet of Paper

 

Sheet Of  Paper

 

my thoughts

smash into a rectangle mouth,

sacrifice of candor.

and 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 out

into some confettied ease of sun?

 

calm as glue, it watches

when i lay yet another pain-offering

on its frozen altar.

my anguish surely to resurrect,

clean under a cold morgue of linen.

again and again, over and over.

the silence a foil to my berserk.

the placid a lock on my gate.

 

it is womb or death?

the little swarms of letters on the sheept of paper 

want to know,

these insects which convulse to evolve,

trying to generate something new in 

their rut of linear nebulas--

gone, all gone, gone, gone, gone--

sucked into the square 

of the bland blank white hole.

 

 

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9/14/25 .. having so much fun editing this ... yeah .. fun...

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

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