' ' ' ' ' Blank Page(For Byran)
D Dónall Dempsey
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As I type
letters stick to my fingertips.
I peel them off
like fingertips
trying to stick them
down on the page
keep them
in their place
using only the old Churchillian
blood sweat & tears
but they escape
their prison of words
float out of the open
window
or swallowed by
a yawining cat
or throw themselves
upon the open fire
leaving me
with what
I started
with
this blank
page.
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