As I type <br />letters stick to my fingertips. <br /> <br />I peel them off <br />like fingertips <br /> <br />trying to stick them <br />down on the page <br /> <br />keep them <br />in their place <br /> <br />using only the old Churchillian <br />blood sweat & tears <br /> <br />but they escape <br />their prison of words <br /> <br />float out of the open <br />window <br /> <br />or swallowed by <br />a yawining cat <br /> <br />or throw themselves <br />upon the open fire <br /> <br />leaving me <br />with what <br /> <br />I started <br />with <br /> <br />this blank <br />page.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-page-for-byran/
