Paint A Harley

  
This old man's inkwell  
playing to one's id    
and psychosis  
beneath my chapeau    
leaving footprints  
on the Rorschach    
building a snowman  
thinking Tinkerbell  
and eating Cheetos  
of darkness in escrow    
held by the twilight    
with the ink of snow  
dripping crimson red  
to paint a Harley  
dealing a crooked deck