blank page

blank page from 

several yesterdays 

ago

wrinkled in worry

corner covered 

with the shadow

of dirt

tiny speck of a tear 

in the middle

i almost want 

to tear this testament

out of the notebook

out of sight 

out of mind

but it tells 

its own story

in its blankness

a protective cover

for the babblings

on the other pages

ages will happen

and i'll long forget

the bluest days

but this page stays 

in tribute

steadfast in 

silent emotion

(stay)

it is known

the incidental mumbles

that you think i don't hear

hurt more than endearments

that you whisper so clear

at sea

i talk pages and pages 

about me

non sequiturs as far as the eye can see

babbling and babbling like the waves

in the sea

and you just look at me

what a specimen i must be to you

what an odd bird i must sound like to you

broken songs that either float on transient planes

or mimicked tones that echo 1970's strains

how many times can you hear "the love boat"

over and over again

before you jump ship?

a thin wisp of intelligence

in a titanic piece 

of inconsistency

at sea against the rest of the world

(wave)