Bottle at the Bottom of the Sea

Ocean blue as crystal meth in a wave pool,
Shimmering like jewels at the sun's caress,
Inverness, a castle in the green, the queen of time paying a dime for each whip of the tongue,
The ink's begun, dripping black blood onto a slice of wood,
If you should...fall to the bottom like rain dripping up a tunnel of love,
Spinning round a psychedelic soul sock,
Waving north but the star's too far to shine down on love,
And run if you may,
Dismay,

by JD Bearden

Chasing an hour in a chaos of minutes,
Jumping jacks and fucking chin-ups,   
Herding the look of pin-ups,
But where did time go?
A wrinkle or crow's beak,
Pecks at my left cheek,
And I scream in agony blue,
As time flew...from the bottle...
The cork stopped up no more...
Bottle landed on the ocean floor..
And Lucy in the sky...
Shown down like diamonds on the fly...
On fish scales that gobbled up all time...
In an ocean so fine...
And without time in a bottle, I sank....  To the dank dark tank...
The human called the ocean.

by Dena McKinnon