Pink paper and black ink,<\/p>\n
I confess all to you,<\/p>\n
revolutionary instruments of
\nwar and sound
\nsit outside my door
\nacoustic
\nnot
\nelectric
\nthe year 1965
\nchromed savage hands
\nscalp and remove
\ndead skin cells and cerebellums
\nas sadistic
\nbugs gossip on my broken TV,<\/p>\n
white paper and black ink,<\/p>\n
I confess you,<\/p>\n
cheap bent notebooks
\nbind and record
\nthe insanity of it all
\nand her
\nsoiled by the coastal water\u2019s edge
\nnow rotting inside of a cluttered
\nbedroom drawer
\nno
\nair freshener
\nor bleach
\nis getting rid of that pungent
\nsmell though,<\/p>\n
yellow paper and black ink,<\/p>\n
I confess you,<\/p>\n
gas station receipts and
\nthe violated messages
\nunreturned and
\nsetting ablaze
\nthe wooden floors
\nof ghetto apartments
\nand lonely penitentiaries
\nfingers as volcanic ash
\n979 numbers typed
\nleft
\nand
\nright
\nlandscape and horizontal
\nshe blocked my number
\nlast week
\nbut I keep dialing it
\nanyways,<\/p>\n
a farewell to hope
\nand bon voyage to all dignity.<\/p>\n
XXX<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Brett Stout Pink paper and black ink, I confess all to you, revolutionary instruments of war and sound sit outside my door acoustic not electric the year 1965 chromed savage hands scalp and remove dead skin cells and cerebellums as sadistic bugs gossip on my broken TV, white paper and black ink, I confess you,… <\/p>\n