The Elastic Blank
I am who I am to be
I am empty and rattled
And the fiction is muddled
I am at my computer
I try to emancipate my work
But the keyboard is still not more
The blank page stares back at me
The elastic condition of a growing block
Microsoft Word funk
I try smoking
I maybe able to word better in 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
Then raising dreamily
And cycling further
Quietly pleasing
Like during a work of arousal
In repainting a smoke filled painting
Veiled
The weave
The alternative rope
And the Bible.
I am who I am to be
I am empty and rattled
And the fiction is muddled
I am at my computer
I try to emancipate my work
But the keyboard is still not more
The blank page stares back at me
The elastic condition of a growing block
Microsoft Word funk
I try smoking
I maybe able to word better in 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
Then raising dreamily
And cycling further
Quietly pleasing
Like during a work of arousal
In repainting a smoke filled painting
Veiled
The weave
The alternative rope
And the Bible.