Blackout Poetry

I found a new style of poetry today that falls under the creative destruction category: blackout poetry. So I picked up a few $1 vintage hardbacks at Et Cetera Thrift in Seward and went to it (It's hard to read, but I want to show you the beauty of it on the page):

Go On

"I've got to confront the past alone, without

you.

I'll get my head on straight.

In the meantime,

let happiness consume

that spectral darkness at the edges

and

In that instant,

I'm okay.

I'm happy.

I really am.

I 

go on."