Ode
to a
White, uncaring,
Manuscript
full
of nothing
Ever feeling none but me. I
will render
now my
To your white Words, quite
blessing
tranquillity.
certain, not of pleasure
From my humble
heart do flee. pen and ink blotch spoken
Through my To your flesh Hear
my
in irony.
heart and see
my
passion
from me. Show to all my life undaunted Through the tears I've spilt on Spilling like a blood
thee.
--Jim Lounsbury
