WRITTEN IN PSYCHEDELIC INK

WRITTEN IN PSYCHEDELIC INK Wrongly chosen words convey naught Creating impressions of the wrong sort Even when inspiring lines deny empathy Especially showing contempt for simile Causing bloody battles to be hard fought It’s errors despite what has been taught As some confusion can still be wrought An innocent mistake rather than villainy And ink is the black blood of metaphor Such a psychedelic tone can’t be bought When the brain is ordered hard to port Bad interpretation is the hidden enemy Betrayed in the garden of Gethsemane Sometimes a poetic drift is never caught And ink is the black blood of metaphor Line 4