poetry
Last Page In The Printer
Laying, a blank and useless sheet,
Crushed by others in the ream,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.
I feel the head's vibratory beat,
Pushing patience to extreme.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.
We are exposed, linear, neat.
All of us, a naked team.
Waiting, rolling wheels at our feet.
At last I lie on solitary seat,
My nakedness reflects light's beam.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.
But soon the cartridge ink I'll meet.
I'll be a book, a child's dream.
I wait, rolling wheels at my feet.
But hope's abash by scribe's deceit.
I'm bruised beneath an alien ream.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.
Crushed by others in the ream,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.
I feel the head's vibratory beat,
Pushing patience to extreme.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.
We are exposed, linear, neat.
All of us, a naked team.
Waiting, rolling wheels at our feet.
At last I lie on solitary seat,
My nakedness reflects light's beam.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.
But soon the cartridge ink I'll meet.
I'll be a book, a child's dream.
I wait, rolling wheels at my feet.
But hope's abash by scribe's deceit.
I'm bruised beneath an alien ream.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.