I am the period, the rest,
The pause; that period when
Ladies wore masks of gauze
And kings, their followers
Lesser men, dabbed the dot
Full stop with pen
And in some secret microdots,
FBI and commies played, games
Of intrigue (taxpayer paid)
Then further down the page
You’ll see, a broad ellipsis
…Three times me
It signifies a break or fit,
Perhaps when writer tires
Of script
But now in modern times
We see, they’ve gone and
Pixolated me
There on screen, no longer ink,
No pages rest by kitchen sink
So flip the leafs? No wait, just think!
Point your finger, download link.
Written for Personification Contest 24/9/15
Microdots of mescaline,
Kilograms of heroine
and marijuana
floating through my mind.
The dealers are everywhere
and dealing is their only care,
but the money,
that’s the hardest thing to find.
Written a long, long time ago...
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