Glowing Paper

Glowing Paper--(a really stupid poem)

Books get wet

Bugs eat books

People burn books

Books go to the trash

The mail loses books

Paper books turn to dust

Special paper may save books

I write on glowing paper

And am perfectly happy

To have the bomb make

All that I write disappear

In a white flash

Like what I write on

Only brighter

The shadows I create

Lose their meaning

Once the fingers 

Go on to the next glow

And the next chemical brain plug-in

Where the finger never gets wet

To turn the page with its tiny

Electrical charge detected

I disappear for my reader

Turning into an invisible character

In a video distribution

Of words that I make now

With my muscles

From brain to finger

What will you collect of me

The skin cells that fall from my organs

On the carpet of my mobile home

My shoes and breechcloths

The greatest prize for collectors

Will be my two jockstraps

That could never make me

Look like a Bob Miser model

It's time to yawn enough

To pull the comforter over

My body in bed where

Everyone is headed with

Their phones and tablets

Filled with glowing paper

Barry G. Wick