This whole page is a canvas
Blank
Blank
Blank
Just blank
I want to spill all my thoughts
My words
Everything, all my being
I want to put it all up
But how?
How do I untangle
The strings of letters
Hooked onto each other.
It's a disgusting process,
like pulling out strands of dead
hair from the plughole,
and you throw them out;
Out go the letters
into the world,
splatter on the canvas
leave a greasy mark
leave any mark
But I can't.
The whole page is a canvas
Blank
Blank
Blank
Still blank. |