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Ink Splatter
Lead, paint, graphite, ink
 these materials express the things that we think
 but why do we never use as much lead?
 Led Zeppelin used it just as much as the Grateful Dead
 For Whom the Bell Tolls
 Hemingway knows that The Sun Also Rises
 as the moon sets on the horizon
 Whilst the Old Man sees the Sea incessantly
 the poet inks a tattoo, lyrically;
 Inks it with interpretive meaning like a- Rorschach test
 but with flow far fresher than the fish at a- raw dock fest
 So I paint the cognitive windowpane stains on an artistic plane
 I take a poem and idealize, realize, memorize, and thus mesmerize, like:
 "Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me,"
 and Biggie's current partner at the time would have went on to say, "Biggie, please don't tell me you threw those words in the sink?" To which he would have confidently replied, "Of course not, girl. I put those words into ink!"
 But Kurt Vonnegut, he would have none of it
 "Biggie," he would say, "You could make something really colorful and abstract. Put your thoughts in a spectrometer and see what refracts."
 Which makes me ask myself:
 Why do I so often go off on a tangent and say so much ratchet?
 Nurse Ratchet had told me to sit and settle down
  So I rebutted, "The world is my oyster, and I wish to astound!"
 So I took my rhymes and metaphors and allusions and packed them in a bag
 and I ran from the asylum without ever looking back
 The only message I left was, "If you have a knack for poetics, use it or lose it!"
 and the drug addicts revised, "You must abuse it or lose it!"
 But then someone cried "How do I do it?"
 So I replied:
 Write a poem about life, write a poem about death
 write a poem with length, write a poem with depth
 write a poem about reality, write a poem about fiction
 write a poem with antitheses, write a poem with diction
 write a poem about love, write a poem about hate
 write a poem on speech, write a poem on debate
 write a poem to remember, write a poem to forget
 write a poem about poems, that you'll never regret

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