CAVE TRIP

Walking in the cave
Objects subside
The nimble light
Keeps moving on

Red ink of my pen
Envelops the page
That single poison
Kiss, it makes me daze

Snow beneath crumbles
Whiskey in jar tumbles
Finicky light moves
bursts into patterns

Hear the trumpet blowing
New ME is emerging
Rising from the
Cauldron of hate

Urge for my lady
Keeps getting strong
Get sober first
the mind reminds

Too many words
pages are short
Coherent swings in mood
But light still moves

Now mind is calm
For that one last
Shot of free fall
Light, she leaves appalled.