I drink ink
take it drop by drop
also feed it to pages
on pages of words upon words
by delivery of pens
I drink ink
nothing tastes so good
nothing gives me color
like a swig of Meadow Green
Magenta Flash Purple Mojo
Nightshade
I drink inks
also mix their hues
with all the teeming colors
roiling in my brain
and when red dominates
I cool it down
with a scrawl or two
of Lake Placid Blue
I drink ink
daily nightly yearly
will drink into the forever
of squall and squalor
invasion evasion
I drink ink––
’cause nothing keeps me as sane
in the aftermath of news
And only drinking ink
while thinking and penning
can revolutionize the many
too-white cranks
and blanks of paper
