If you put a blank page
into the typewriter
then you need to write something.
It is like aiming a loaded gun
and not intending to kill.
It is unfair to the paper
it is unfair to the machine
it is unfair to the neighbours,
who just heard you load another sheet
and now wait
for that blast of keys and that
air raid sire bing
of a completed line.
They’ve been listening through the walls
and they want you to type,
because then they can scream:
“That motherfucker is typing again,”
and you’ll be saying the same thing
only you will smile
as you do.