Forsake the Illegible

Forsake the illegible

Rip the paper 
overturn the desk 
burn rubber 
cross your lead works 
with erasers 
slam off buttons 
delete, delete, delete. 
run the uni-ball 
into the hand 
that holds it 
bleed, and let it drip 
maybe pain, and 
your own suffering 
will release 
expressions lacking 
talents in comas 
move no one 
walk, no run away 
with kicking, 
and loud screaming 
make straitjackets 
your next option 
wire shut your jaw 
throw bricks 
into the monitor 
bang your head 
all walls are welcome 
burn every 
scribbling rendered 
deny it's frail existence 
abandon any rewrite 
as wallpaper 
in an outhouse 
serves to hide 
all but the smell 
label nothing 
with your ego 
as experimental 
rantings 
take hiatus 
find your center 
but dare not 
to be so crass 
or so blinded 
as to author 
words so useless 
that they waste the 
space they occupy 
like clutter 
at flea markets 
that sit dusty 
and unsold 
eternally 
for the act of 
writing babble 
is infectious 
it invades 
the work you'll 
sweat over 
in vain 
long after you have 
stained 
one printed page 
with utter nonsense 
left to fester 
through the ages 
leave it be.