papercut cutthroat—
with dry ice blood he melts us down
and burns us with his words.
Welcome to Papercut, where the innovations
are
so sharp they sting. Light up a pipe,
lean back,
and read, but watch out
when you turn the pages.
Try our new Refrigerator Poetry!
The words are like magnets. If you like
what you've done, write it down and post
it to the guestbook. The editor will choose
the best one and put it in the writing section.
Good luck.
Also, be sure and sign the guestbook. We'd like
to know what you think.
