Sunday, May 1, 2005

Ink Drat! again I've slept with an uncapped pen and wake to a blueblack stain blooming on the bedsheet. Older blots have grayed, laundering rendering the cloud, the fingerprint and fading bruise that whisper to my dreams. And now another dark Rorschach, indigo nebula, indelible mark of exclamation punctuates the half- remembered paragraph. 10:56:20 AM    comment []