I once ordered my pencil
“Write me a poem”
My eraser is missing
And I’m all alone
The pencils were kept
in a box made of leather
a major step up
from the days of the feather
then came the ink pen
with blotters and blobs
pocket protectors
for multi-pen snobs
next was the ball point
so smooth and so slick
to calm school day angst
with their click-click-click-click
now it would seem
we have no time to waste
no need to write it
just quick cut and paste
we can now write a treatise
while resting in bed
alerting AI
to steal from the dead
and if it reads badly
somehow sadly insipid
our main line of defense
AI stole it from ibid
the life of a nearby poet was almost
lost in translation had it not been for
a probability of emoji ridden skirmish
in a late bank holiday spring. no-one
could imagine, upon crumbling desks
and dis-used ink blotters, such striking
permanence of an entire absence, and,
in a suddenness of ecstatic alliteration,
the seemingly poetic poet, who we will
call unlikely, would have simply died
a poets death among the classical drugs.
but luckily for us he's there. and there
he'll dangle, off horizons, behind ears.
Ink, the black water,
The necessity for life
Purified by blotters
Contained in clouds in rife
Ink!
Yes, the purest of hydration!
...But what if conflagration
Attempts its dissipation,
Tossing burning embers
Like a pen with ink,
On seas across the nation
Well,
The ink evaporates
And flows into the air
Until it condensates
And pours upon the flares
So...
There is ink they will suppress
Hoping thoughts will evanescence
But writers can't quiesce
Hence:
The ink shall pour down nonetheless
Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.
Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.
Egyptians sensed the connection in fungi to gods,
only Pharaohs allowed to have them as foods.
Consuming the fungi to become immortal static,
Mushroom stones in Mesoamerica enigmatic.
The Rig Veda describes the juice of Soma,
considered as precious liquid of stardust and earth aroma.
Indispensable in all worships and ritual,
similar to Greek deities of cognate ambrosia.
Consumed in Shamanic sessions to contact spirits of the dead,
fortifying long hunting trips an dreams thread.
Penicillin antibiotics against bacterial infection,
surviving the war with needed invention.
Psilocybin and psilocin magic shrooms,
DMT, acid blotters magic truffles booms.
Alice in wonderland and the philosopher’s stone,
introspective hallucination and psychosis throne.
Natures secret language by mildews organisms,
earths everlasting fungi dew compost prism.
Flower gardens glow in natures grasp
as ink flows to pen
setting free emotions
happiness or disrepair
There will also be the brute
wearing robes of biblical sheep
Fooling not the serene, wisdom shall prevail
Teeth in flesh may draw blood and tears
Triumph comes from wisdom and truth
ignorance, one days runs out of blotters ink
selfish minds will never swim
the oceans of the human heart
Those who sing dear lullabies
while stealing babies in the night
slavery lives in such darkness
lets illuminate what is gratuitous
When the night falls from the sky
and morning makes its way
enjoy the sunrises tranquility
before silent crimes, murder butterflies
Fall not for soothing evil tongues
of ancient Babylon
violins and lyres
musicians bringing peace to human reverie