Untitled #4
By Andrew Messner
April 9, 2018
This cocaine trip never ends
And lifts me up
In wind
Like a kite
That never falls
And blows away
Like a balloon
That never pops,
Or so it seems.
Pop.
When I dive
I go down
As fast as light
Toward the bottom
Of the sea
And I drown,
But
I swim again.