Ink
a poem starting with a Louise Glück line
I fell asleep in the river, I woke in the river,
the river swallowed me, the river gargled me,
the river flowed through small towns, the river changed names,
I saw the releasing arms of land, I renamed the river, ocean,
I fell asleep in the ocean, I woke in the ocean,
the ocean intimated a nightmare, the ocean said it was a secret,
the ocean solemnly insisted, the ocean was a bed on which no-one could lay,
I imagined a boat-less bed, I pictured a clear blue sky,
I fell asleep in the ocean, I woke in a dream,
the dream was of a nervous cradle, the dream was of my body being rocked
the dream was of the ocean's permeable arms, the dream made the ocean's arms weak,
I slipped through the ocean's arms, I felt the ocean wave back to land,
I fell beneath a bed, I dream beneath a bed,
the bed remembers a lover, the bed practices holding her,
the bed is too warm to build muscle, the bed never grows ice,
I sleep under a boat-less bed, I know the eternal caress of currents,
Bio
Ink is a Central New Jersey author who appears irregularly and without warning in various spots throughout the NY/NJ/PA area and even more sporadically in literary journals and magazines throughout the world. If what you've read so far has ignited an interest in a bio, check out more of his work online at www.inksblot.com.