Paper Trail (Revised)
by Matthew Zangen
This is the crossed-out face of sarcastic woe, written down the hole,
glossed overpouring in a pool of accidental ink, running through the pages
of a leather-bound journal, putting tireless months to sleep.
Its pitch eats holes around suicide post-it notes
stapled to pink envelopes, screaming bloody lipstick kisses
for the sort-of-sordid clingy spastic creep.
Bleed through single-file lines, it glazes over drafting tables,
watch disclaimer's weighted statement, the conditions of these terms,
serving time to breach-birth contracts signed with steeps of bleeding ink.
The promises blurred across the darkly blotting lines; dripping laughter,
hung off their heads, tearing tears running from this sinking face
of sarcastic woe that filled the holes which bled over disgrace.
Author's Note: No more bleeding promises.
Posted on 06/30/2005
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