Disaster peace...In a submissive line

 

I hammered words into the page
like unto
nails into a cross
or a stake into a Vampire
after which there was a calm.
The page bled for a moment,
ink in splatters stained my thumb.
writing writhed in its ropes of horny
thought, no cruel thorns just roses
of ides in bloom.
Disaster gave way to peace
I had my way with the white page
with its cruel blocks
at last crumbled like so much
feta cheese.
In a submissive line
what hero in a Gyro I am
laughing in Tazaki sauce.

---by Phillip of Facebook