No-Ink

Just a slide off the inkblot,

slight of hand fury

the same force that fully

crossed icarus to a toss

turned the wax into pudding

its candles on then cake off

sun caught the lid,,

flipped refracted into a rareform

formed un-hid,,

its the business forum of the elements

yeasting the lore into heavenly encores

so excellent

2 parts gravity

one part meteor

matter..

condensing

bits from bits

till the cooling gathers

pictures and patterns

chutes and ladders

scriptures and taverns

the avalanche of the non sequential

as the spirits call and linger

simmer in the cinder

of splatters

off the easel..

splinters,,

off the wall

spackels

off the jaw

off the switch

till the twicthing

in the pinkie cease

and desists..

the drive..the hunger..

clutching the shifts..

the countless nights spent

with the same sentence

stuck on dry lips..