today’s poem keeps writing itself in black
ink from a pen
coffee from the pot
waste from a gut
i like to think of myself as an encourager 
a visioneer who inspires and uplifts
today could be deleted
for how it falls out of line
the black of the ink spilling from the 
dredged hole the
dank well of shit a
swirling darkness eclipsing anyone ignorant enough to cross the abyss
stay back! someone needs to be able to reach out a hand to pull me out
after all