Ink

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?