Friday, September 18, 2015

Blank Page

Next to this blank page, lies dried sage
from last night’s dinner stage and lipstick from Paige.
On this blank page, I had intentions to write worthy of a Sage.
Got distracted and ended up with a blank Paige.

Lingerie was her writing utensil,
I was a barbarian,
I chose to eat without utensils.

Paige’s plot twisted,
so Twister,
she insisted.

In the blink of an eye - I missed-it
In the wink of an eye - she kissed-it.

I was dumbfounded - She was smarter than the latter,
With all the positions, I thought I was climbing a corporate ladder.


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