When I draw from the inkwell
I do not use a quill…too flighty.
I do not want my words to soar beyond tangible reach.
I fear they may congregate for crumbs,
sing from cages or
commemorate feasts of trifle holidays.
This is all too red light-green light:
predictably pedestrian.

When I draw from the inkwell
I prefer to use a dorsal…
I want Roy Scheider & Steve Zissou to shudder.
I want my words to sink to the deep of you,
or hover just beneath the surface ominous.
I want them to explode grandiose
grabbing hold with the evolved efficacy
of 300 million years…

**I want my words to have a week devoted to them
on the Discovery channel.