It's Still Life

Last Word on a Page

They’re flapping with attitude.
Incomplete thoughts.
Each and every page.
Dense and thorny.

Lick your finger, and turn me, it pleads.

It’ll lead you by the nose, those
last words, or so
they think – most are
erased, and never see ink.

Written for Twiget #284. Image: Quick by Dieter Roth, 1965, Style: Neo-Dada. Fair usage. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter