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