Ink

I think there
are Bed Bugs
in my Ink
as
Something
keeps
itching...

Hidden within
the editor's
mind
is the pure raw
talent
that floods...

The ink that flows
through
me
is like
the feeling
a junkie
gets...

Some of us always make them
Though we usually never succeed
To fullfill our resolutions...

She's silent.

The years if terror have left her this way.

Through the emotional famine and...

Use ink wisely
Think out of the box,
Take people on a trip
That sees them get lost,...

Sometimes
I cannot
resist
providing
the poetic
middle
finger...

Sometimes
I want
to indefinitely
terminate
my creative
soul

At...

It was the early 80's
I was in Military boarding School
A teen
an open
vessel...

Cosmo Friends
Sorry
Greg
Is on a Poetry
Binge
today

Tasted a...

Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing...

Scribble is
What
Scribble do

It could be words
of vanity
written...

as her hands typed away
To the words of mournful poem
She bleed ink
Because at this...

My pen drips ink
And writes of you
And describes the beauty you infuse
My pen bleeds...

Sober and grey, I live.
The taste of high, I never knew.
Six black and white squares,
...

What flows through the veins
ain't the same as what flowed
through those deep arteries....

You are the link
To my ink
You are the reason
I exist
You are the beat
...