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Mark Pearce (c) 2009 Damn you
Paper.
Damn you.
White.
Upon white.
Upon white.
Crisp
And pristine.
Fair and
Unblemished.
Go out and
Get yourself dirty,
Will ya’?
Get a tattoo.
An urge is building
To level
Strikeovers
Across your barren face –
To inflict you with
Re-dos, and
Cross outs and
Eraser marks
That might
Wear you through
In places.
Deal with it.
I want your
Wrinkles and bruises
To show.
Fingerprints.
Sticky fingerprints
And smudges too.
I want them all
Upon your field
With a careless spill,
A tear stain and spittle
Pocking that
Shiny white bright.
Think of yourself
Differently, from now on.
You’re not some
Precious heirloom
To be primped,
Coiffed,
And locked away.
You’re a warrior.
And this is a bloody business.
Damn you paper.
Damn you.
And you sit there.
Virginal.
With so little to say.
© 2009 Mark PearceAuthor's Note
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