some poems

Last Page In The Printer

Laying, a blank and useless sheet,
Crushed by others in the ream,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.

I feel the head's vibratory beat,
Pushing patience to extreme.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.

We are exposed, linear, neat.
All of us, a naked team.
Waiting, rolling wheels at our feet.

At last I lie on solitary seat,
My nakedness reflects light's beam.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet.

But soon the cartridge ink I'll meet.
I'll be a book, a child's dream.
I wait, rolling wheels at my feet.

But hope's abash by scribe's deceit.
I'm bruised beneath an alien ream.
Laying, a blank and useless sheet,
Waiting, rolling wheels at my feet.