i dont like writing on lined paper. a cage of |||pale||blue||bars||| on plain white, pushing out a reinforced margin on the side. Lateral thinking, giving way to pinstriped, pathetic, conformity. poetry shouldnt have to be perfect- ly neat, or [enclosed] without room to b r e a t h e. it should be life in the gRaffItI on the walls, and marker pen doodled on the desk, love crazed, soppy 'i <3 y00hs' a random idea written on the napkins at a dinner party, scribbling, untidy scrawl, to make new lines, crossed out, as people cringe. but the words, eloquently scrawled, will be beautiful.