Dangerous Place For a Blank Page

A blank page does not have a chance around here. I have pencils, markers, inks, so let’s make it quite clear. A blank page is a challenge, and a blank canvas too. I have nine thousand poems, and my canvases add up to 522. I used to see a blank canvas and my mind would twitch. Will I waste it? How much did it cost? Am I incredibly rich? Now I think of all the money I have spent on expensive paint. If I don’t use it, someone else will, and that would be a taint. A blank page dare not show his face in this underground house. He will soon have scribbles, and edges eaten by me or mouse. Scribbled stars, underlines, and flowers in all of his corners. Words causing havoc for his ream’s untouched mourners. They will not recognize their friend two minutes after I see A blank stark white sheet of paper dare looking at me. Papers and canvases in white or black I cannot resist. I will fill them with illustrations, words or a grocery list.