AN INKY DARKNESS
I poured the dark ink on the page
To warn the once and future sage
That somewhere in this cryptic maze
Within the laughter resided rage
For poetry’s a field of mines
Of prickly thorns and clinging vines
Of predators with gaping maws
Of ice cream soda’s without straws
For all I do is hold the pen
I do not tell it where or when
I only know that when it starts
I never know where it will end
The ink is neither foul nor fair
It forms the words but doesn’t care
For it is not a part of them
Just looping lines that help them share
Un-knotted truths and jumbled lies
As grease stains of now cold French fries
Deny the sun its great reprise
My sleepless eyes refute it’s rise
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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