Sadomasochism and Failure in Poetry / Poem for Poets

Page is blank
blank is the page.

Stare, stare, and stare
The page remains bare

All over lies remains
Of fertile decay to share
Still, the page lies verily bare

But does not lie,
nor butter up,
nor stare back;
There is no combat there,
a simple contrast in calm white
the hard-to-get lover if you will

come to me, then come to me

We can go to a golden desert,
roll a rock up the great dune,
the sky will be vast, cerulean,
fatigue will render vivid and simple,
trick us in to beauty,
punish us in to creation.

Shall we take a break then ?
Let us cheer up now.