1.29.2013

don't look it in the mouth

If you
huddle at night
scribbling it all down, ink
to blood to paper, you daren’t
question.

5 comments:

  1. Perfect! A gem that explodes in my consciousnes.

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  2. I never question the poems that come to me in the night. Sadly some are so fleeting, I can't grasp them before they fade away.
    I love here the movement from ink to blood to paper... It says it all.

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  3. "Ink, to blood to paper...." Powerful, my friend.

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