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Ink and Paper

I’m
praying
you will heed
the words you read,
the words I write.
I just might
confess
all.
With semantics I’m brazen
and fearless.
Hoping you will find me
blameless.

Ain’t it obvious, I could care less?
Ink and paper drive me…shameless!

I’m
praying
you will need
the words you read,
the words I write.
I just might
undress
all
idle antics to wake in you,
more or less,
what’s left of me.
Am I hopeless?

Ain’t it obvious, I could care less?
Ink and paper drive me…shameless!


The Urge

The urge,
the need…
is always there,
calling like a lover spurned.

Fragments flicker to life
then fade away,
before they can prosper,
like the spark of a matchstick
too humid to light.

Phrases
fold unto themselves
collapsing
from the weight
of expectation.

Then the moment passes,
the muse…
is gone,
like the foggy memories
of a dream
lost in the space and time
between slumber
and consciousness.

Still the urge,
the need…
is always there,
calling like a lover spurned.


Damn the Cursor

Oh, how many times
have I pressed delete?

Unsatisfied
with the words I complete.

Oh, damn the cursor
that taunts as it blinks:

Just key in your thoughts
and type what you think!