Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i know every word
before it's written, before it's read
it's all there
invisibly inked by a former mind

Invisibly inked
winked out line by line
regurgitated pleasure
of the wordy kind

journal
waiting

crisp
pages
pristeen
pages
empty
pages
lined
aligned to catch the eyes
of dreamers lives waning
finger twitching words itching their way
to life
and lively mix of truth and lie
whisper lips
echo on the verge
scrape each fine line together
mind edging
explosively
toward final completion
another poem-a-plenty
for my tome of grueling inconsistency
and cross-eyed hope

i write onto you
write into you
write you into
my soul with
every word i
deliver

i call you diary
as long as we are
apart

my vessel of words
white ink on white paper

like the journals
very nice in black and white
and gray
if i could read yer mind like a book
i wouldn't look
you're too full of squeaky little nuanced twists
and turns
and pleasant sur·mised surprised
wows.