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A Poem by Mark Pearce
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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 Pearce


Author's Note

Mark Pearce
It's difficult to explain this exactly.

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oh, I can't imagine how I missed this . . . didn't see a notification for it.

Wonderful. Vibrant and messy and creative and large.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

If you wrote this to beat writers block, you've done a remarkable job.
Regardless the reason, you've done a remarkable Job ; )

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"It's difficult to explain this exactly."

Really?

Who cares, its my monthly favorite now, god I laughed .. Thanks

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The only word I can say to this is: Precisely. :)

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