INK

INK
STAINS THE PAGE
PRESSED BETWEEN
STRESSED VINTAGE
EDGES BLOTTED
STREAKED ACROSS SYLLABLES 
RESONATING WITH THOUGHTS
WITHOUT RHYME
PATTERNED AT BEST
SCATTERED MOSTLY TO FORM
LOTS OF LINKS IN A CHAIN
OF SCRAMBLED ...HOPES
imma TAKE THESE
OMELETES
AND MAKE SOME DREAM
(words)
COME TRUE!