D.H. Wheatley

 

 

 

Desecration (empty pages)

 

 

all these empty pages

collated and solid in hope

worthy inked words would

be dug into them

tattooed forever

with a meaning and purpose

I bought you because I need you

you will be my canvas

in which great ideas will be documented

you came to me lined

with parameters

but I scribbled and tore at your methodical appearance

I ripped you away from your brethren

you are mine

you will always be mine

no one will ever see you again

after I am done with you

I will lock you up like a dirty secret

in desk draws with soulless unpaid bills

and sordid  sex mag posters

this is where love letters and personals

have gone in pure

and if ever released

have become a tainted piece of me

trivial

withdrawn of any humanity

that is because

it is just a piece of paper

 

 

 

D.H. Wheatley © 2014