Bubbling

Drinking laudanum
with hints of clover
I stared into tin-cans
stringing a song
where the faintest of voices
whispered the word

~Jump~

This I swear
I heard
betwixt fiddle and verse
sending reaction
to a numbed
mumble of course

~Echoes~

Reverberate my mind
holding fast
the waves of time
splish-splashed
walking bay side
drowned in matters

~Bubbling

As I reach unto evening
sinking low
hand upon breast
beating
lacerated lashings whip
uncontrollably

~Thinking~

Jettison
ancient winds
swift tussle
barrel rolls, thunder
till finally
lightning struck

Promising

Now gone is never
pressed
pushed forever
to an edge where I can fly
blazing horizon line
there on the sunset

~Gliding