Black and blue words
on a crumpled page
are rolled tight in a fist
and tossed aside.
unable to utter their meaning
sputter and gag as an agitated mind
quickly leaps from one unconnected passionate thought
Ink rolls smoothly
off the tip of a glib ball point pen,
sassy pink veneer self assured
But the streaky symbols
don’t stand a chance against lightening fast hands;
quick to judge and dispose impressions
before seeing becomes believing
and what is written
might be read as the truth.