Sunday, August 16, 2015

Word up

the vomit splatters against the page
to fill the white void blankly staring me down

convulsions repeat as the regurgitated
words instigate the process again and again

the spittle eats through the moist paper pulp
a corrosive medium used and abused

and tears the sheet from rattled fingers
their tremors shaking the work apart

alas the heaving of drivel desists
alas a paper of dribble exists

dabbing with napkin the corners of mouth




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