Reinvention

I'm bored. And exhausted. The latter more than the former. Bear with me.

Reinvention

Uneven, weaving lines
Of hastily-scribbled letters—
Large and overly small;
Disconnected ‘e’s, ‘g’s with dangling tails;
An ink-blot drowning half-a-word;
The paper torn by the violent scratching out
Of some unsatisfactory phrase;
Faces in the margins,
Bulging eyes and bee-stung lips;
Flourishing signature at the bottom of the page.
Taken, read and typed out—
Neat and orderly,
So many soldiers marching together;
Coolly impersonal,
Artistry strangled for the sake of art.