Pen and Ink - Random Recipe

Teardrops flooding the soil before

Fed the roses blue

Earworms beneath were just noises once

Now they’re blooming into you

You keep throwing at me empty love grenades

When you move in slow charades

As I’m guessing the words you painted me

You’re still drifting in serenades

Drew up a world with my pen and my ink

Black into white noises stopped in a blink

Chaotic colors and lines into sync

Black into white noises stopped in a blink

Stroboscopes of clouds and light

And day and night hold tight

A fascinating little world can twirl

And hide your life under high tides

Remember when your pen and ink

Were guided left to right between the lines

Give your mind a tickle and trace a map

Of how far you can write

Chalk it on a sidewalk

Then let the rain wash it all out, out

Make a point, a dot, or two that end a thought

Gone too far south, south

Capitalize your eyes upon how long

They learn to ride

The waves and shapes of words on paper

Before the ink runs dry, dry, dry