a big white rectangle
shining luminous lobotomy
open up and say ahhhh shit!
did I get you?
what? you’re still here?
I’ll fill you up with little
black picket lines
stick-men of syllabicity
they’ll fight for me
they’ll blacken your bright
beaming bombast
with little slashes
lacerating your pale petulance
until you’re scarred with
20/20 hindsight
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© August 07, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn
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About Scott Schoffstall
I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal.
My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical.
They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?
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