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.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-page-for-byran/
