around the wheat field
orange winged butteries
gracefully danced

I'm stunned by beats and rhythms
created in seconds in madness.
What's happening to the creature
I've become? I can't stop the poems.
They own me as I own them. We're one.
A poem is born from my being.

Very high
I'm falling from the sky
Try to memorise
The time I was hypnotised by your eyes
It was November
Your eyes were wide
Like spaceships or the moon in the pale midnight
Side by side
Silently & comfortably
No anxiety's or worries
I felt alive but that feeling was only for the night
Smoke after smoke
Line after line
My heart & mind were open
But now they are left in confusion
As I crash down from the sky
No parachute or net in site
I smile then close my eyes
Preparing & ready to die
With only U on my mind