Late Night Writers

I don't think I'll be writing anything any time soon....

he replied, "Nobody ever,.... was ready to".

So I giggle and follow with pen in hand.

Fellowship of the explanatory:

The world's writers have aching hands.

There's no penmanship available-

to enhance the description of our lives.

Let us shout it all out in bold face-

as I grasp my raspy throat.

I engrave these subtle announcements,

and carry them to a world stage.

Yet there's no rapport-

no lavish restitution-

in dull pen and ink.

As if it was ever wanted monetarily.

If only it was idealistically-

the digestion of truthful words.

Writers could carry all the world-

in understanding and humility-

of solitude and mourning-

unjust love and brethren welfare.

I would write it in blood 

if there could ever be a guarantee.