Ink
should sink,
I think,
and you shouldn’t drink
the ink – not even Quink (a brand)
that is purposed for putting
on a pristine page.
As to ink sinking,
I am thinking
that heavy words written down
would head
straight to the sea bed;
whilst light and fluffy words,
would float instead,
perhaps taking off into the sky.
Why I would think this
I haven’t a clue;
but, what else is a poet to do?
