Stained...interpretation into the
unknown universe...
Disorder in the daisy patch as sprites
flutter above...
A firefly spits inky black into a sea
of neutral...
Marshmallows of insight roast upon a
stick of dynamite...
Tanner than a pale yellow and the fire
dances combustible dope...
Blotting...blogging....prodding...flogging....
Cat'o nine tails laps a sea of oblivion
but the ink doesn't stop...
It drops like rain among the
multitude...brains of stains....
The black clogs the white, as good evil
does fight....
A battle of nine lives but the cat
coughs up a hairball....
The universe on the floor, drowning in
the inky shadows...
Ice skating on quarters the size of
halves where money doesn't matter...
And insurance isn't assurance and life
never ends but is infinite....
In the ink...a finger...it draws a
horizontal figure eight on the clouds....
To infinity and beyond, and I'm not
even a light year buzzed...
No wood in the furnace but a monster in
the closet...
The ink runs down the clouds, lands on
my wings...
Like a bird soaked in oil, I fall
crashing to the ocean of blackness...
With a splash like the biggest bang,
all the ink disappears ….
Leaving only white paper....and in the
right corner …
A blot of black ink, left, at the end
of it all ...and I swear it says............
FADE OUT
by dena mckinnon
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