The Elastic Blank
I am more then ever who I am
I am dented and mottled and the fiction is muddled
And I am sick of who I am
I try working at my computer
Emancipating my work
Still I can't get more out of the keyboard
The blank page stares back at me
Microsoft Word funk
The elastic condition of a growing block
I try smoking
I word better from an evolution
Blowing in the blank reflection
The smoke is working into rings
Round my head
The form of worlds and collide
Broken circles coast
Whirling and collapsing
Blowing still
Raising dreamily
Cycling further
Quietly pleasing
Like during a work of arousal
Repainting a smoke filled painting
Veiled
The weave
The alternative rope
And the Bible.
I am more then ever who I am
I am dented and mottled and the fiction is muddled
And I am sick of who I am
I try working at my computer
Emancipating my work
Still I can't get more out of the keyboard
The blank page stares back at me
Microsoft Word funk
The elastic condition of a growing block
I try smoking
I word better from an evolution
Blowing in the blank reflection
The smoke is working into rings
Round my head
The form of worlds and collide
Broken circles coast
Whirling and collapsing
Blowing still
Raising dreamily
Cycling further
Quietly pleasing
Like during a work of arousal
Repainting a smoke filled painting
Veiled
The weave
The alternative rope
And the Bible.