Ink Spill

For the thrill of writing to be exciting a reading mind… by taking the time to write a rhyme in rhythm… shot from this poetry imprisoned prism like mind of mine…. I’m tussling words like a busker busking melodies from famous songs covering… words on paper smothered in from my ink spill… uttering unspoken words speaking my will cluttering thoughts leaking… weakening thoughts..jittering…from the air chill as I recite this ink spill..I will with my might… I might as well dwell within that imprisoned prism I’m locked in…right? -Peter T. DeSpirito