Sunday, June 9, 2013

A Poem About Nothing

Life should be equal parts
desk, barstool, and bed.

Me, I’m just cowering under-
neath the desk,
too afraid to check for demons.

visualization should
but the venn diagramm
of what is good
for me
what I can stand
turned into two poles
dragging in opposite directions

my structure has so
  • many headings
    • and subheadings
      • and references
      • and bulletpoints
it’s static again
white noise

as my pen leaves scars on
the empty page

I run out of letters
to combine

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