the page
 stares back
 blankly
 wondering
 what words
 are within me,
 wondering
 what it is
 i might be about.
 
 the page
 is neat
 and lined
 and clean,
 so clean
 and orderly
 that i can't help
 but scrawl
 upon it,
 can't resist
 covering it
 with ink,
 making a mess
 and calling it me.
 
- 09/30/1993 10:38pm - kenneth p rougeau jr