Black ink,
Words
That soak
Into the skin,
Into the muscles
And the blood
That boils dripping on
White paper
Through pencils,
Pens,
Late night
Coffee,
Keyboard taps
Trapping moments
In verse, in prose,
Scratched writing,
The pleasure, pain,
Lust, violence,
Drugs, blowjobs,
Mortgages,
Wives, children,
Decadence,
Joy, love,
Vacations,
Death, destruction,
Hunger,
Plastic filled
Oceans,
Plasma televisions,
Sports channels,
Pizza takeaways,
Hamburgers,
Garbage dumps
With blowfly clouds,
Morning masturbations
To buzzing alarm clocks,
Pussies, cocks,
In the daily grind
Of dead-end-jobs
On steel and cement
Streets soaked
In urine,
In back alleyways,
Subways,
Buses, trams,
Metro surges
In black holes
With nine to five
Metronome beats,
Detached, numb,
Floating, dying,
Hungry
On a blue globe
Full to the brim
In the  blackness
Of space capturing
Life on paper
Through
Black ink
Forever.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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