Ink That Doesn't Run Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Ink That Doesn't Run



Words in my fountain pen,
—bullets in my gun

Blasts of rapid insight,
—ink that doesn't run

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)

Thursday, February 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: insight
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