I got my first note at the age of 18.
From the democratic bar.a small bottle of white cane ***.
Smoked.my first.splif the week before.

My second message washed ashore many years later.
The first message came with a P.S.
P.S.the room is going to spin til you heave **
And the floor is going to follow suit

Three years later
Peppermint schnaps.
Sweet charms ... heave ** again.



Third message washed up on the beach round midnight.
Happy new.year champ.
Pink champagne is one hell of a vamp.

There have been a few more.
Wreckless.
Trips.

I let them wash up and back with the outgoing tide
Decades have passed .

I stopped feeling rumy
Messages in bottles.

Don't give me a lift.

They just bobble and drift.