A Blank Piece of Paper

There is something intimidating about a blank piece of paper.  There is no direct analog in the digital world - blank screens don't feel the same.

A blank piece of paper is a challenge, an insult.
It has a smell and a taste and it is rude and degrading.
Eight and one-half inches in one direction; eleven inches in another.
The Europeans seem to be happy with letters and numbers to represent paper sizes.
A4, A5. Whatever. 8 1/2 x 11 says it all for me.
White, clean, emotionless paper.
Makes me angry.

I rip the cap off of an El Marko
And proceed to deface the future.
Now, my anger bleeds into the paper.
And pries open your head.

Stay Hungry,

Wigwam