The Sounds of My Pen

What sound does your ink make?

Let me tell you
about the sound of my ink
I'm 28 going on three
and feeling the ink of my pen
as if it were connected to my mind
the ink welling up in my throat
all I want to do is scream
so I do
at you
secretly
in my dreams

white puffy clouds of paper
let me be
the me

I was born to be
the legend
the greed
The ability to float
and exist in a world
of my own
where I can be free
Yeah let me tell you about the sound of my ink
It trickles through my ears
like the flowing river of life
Silent and still
until
the light breeze
comes

I can finally breath.
It's the sound of a roaring wave
falling against an empty beach
But has the ability
to preach
to the congregation of groupies I envision
will one day exist
somewhere
out there

on the other side of this page
eventually seeing me as some kind of sage.
By a kid in his room
alone and confused
I will be found
at the bottom of a pile of books
in that hole in the wall bookstore
in a dusty corner
and purchased for a quarter

I will be the
whispers
in your ear.
So soft you're not quite sure if you heard what you hear

The sound of my ink
falls like a tear
on the face of this canvas
painting pictures that
I can't otherwise explain.
I sigh in relief as I've done it again.
an orgasmic rush of relief
the sound of my ink sneaks
out of one door
and into another like a seasoned thief.
out to feed his need
of obsession
as he thinks of what he will say at his next confession
The sound of my ink
is sometimes muffled
by the sounds of a Smokey haze
making its way
through the maze
of tunnels

in and out of my throat
the pleasures and the pains
as another chapter ends
neck bends
back
and I wonder if life will ever cut me some slack
the sound of my ink is sometimes blue
and sometimes black
a small galaxy; my words,

become stars that shimmer in the darkness
like that of a winter night
with a bitter bite
The sound of my ink
is the sound of the link
as energy transfers
between two metals.
the hum and the buzz
the soft hush
the loud rush
it's everything I've ever wanted to say
without the trouble of

my mouth getting in the way.