The Naked Page

Naked and blind to its future

I placed the virgin paper
Between the parallel
Priapic rollers
Ready for the cudgel of the golf ball keystrokes
Selectric typewriter

Teenaged
First page
Intense and unfiltered
Moist ink and mostly angst
Spilled as densely spaced pornography
Bearing witness to my own psychology
And pressing need

First page released
Liberated
Uncritically read
Intellectually massaged
Masturbated

I should have been ashamed
Of its banality
Instead I blushed at its carnality

I lacked the tools to white out my profanity
So lest my less-than literary diversion
Reveal a fledgling writer's base perversion
So I
A coward and a prude
Pursued insanity

First page reinserted
XXX
A vain attempt
To cover words that can't be said
And only lately realizing

Far from sanitizing
The Ex of text on text
Adds sex
Rated triple X

And more
The four letter word
World-known by tone
And context
Frayed and appliquéd
Was rendered coarser more profane

Scantily clad with XXXX
Those peek-a-boo and crotchless letters
Titillated
I exed her ex until her ex was sore
And then I exed her ex
Until she couldn't ex no more

Those exes only served to underscore

So first page reinserted
Once again
This page of sloppy seconds
To be covered with a QWERTY of nonsense

And the page moved from being nude
To rude
To tattooed
Bruised beyond just black and blued

What was left
Was less than naked
The paper's weft
And warp degraded

Pounded into bas relief
Ragged from the brutal scrapes
Of sans serif
Helvetica'd to death

Ruined
The reworked incest
Of a palimpsest
Ruined
The page once naked
Now blind
No longer had a future

It had been undressed
And dressed
Just one too many times