Ignorance Has No Place Here
by Darkkin
that bitter brew
of burbled vitriol
splattered
wall to wall
ignorance, a stain
deep and creeping,
seeps, beats against
an old battered door
yet beyond that door
rests the place
that should not be
a place far away
were a mind soars
enlightened and free
behold the quasar
kept in an old ink jar
or dare
to follow
Captain Jim
and sail
across the bar…
seek Paul’s Rock People
down the worn shore road
send a Dead Letter or
knight a humble toad
all these odd things
are little more than
ink and dreams and dust
things of think
that dwell
in a place that
reaches ear to ear
About the author:
An internet ghost with too much education and a love of the ridiculous.
