skin of papered onion
peeled in pen and ink
as doodles crossing virginal
help me mull and think
with layers of lined abstraction
in markings freely made
thoughts and things I’m dreaming of
when words remain unsaid
while radio goes rambling
through the contours of my mind
in each portion printed pattern
discoveries I find
glassed in red libation
smoked in embers’ flames
onion’d contemplations
melt with those I’ve named
mid musings in a mindset
that meet where two lines merge
diverging while perceptions
collide and then converge
as news holds deep disturbance
tangents here to there
while my pen reacts to everything
in words I cannot share
