My friend
My enemy
My hungry white page
I throw my words to you
My usual supply of trite, ordinary words and phrases
But none will stick
They just sink into your infinite white abyss
Never satisfied
You gobble them like a voracious cosmic paper shredder
Yet you remain empty and white
And waiting for more
An unmannerly companion
You hiccup unnecessary commas
You belch sentences too long
And burp up improper grammar
But I continue to feed your gaping maw
Digging deep into my creative storehouse
for subtleties, and melodies, and rhythms
Until finally, you yawn, satiated on fast food verbs
and take out nouns
And my words begin to hold
My poem emerges
My story told
Until you wake
And want to be fed again
Marv Himmel