Bottled Poem by James Mills

Brittle thoughts -
Panicky against the brain.
Startled. Delicate. Escape.
Slurred words
Bouncing, red hot,
Hurting the tender spot.

A drowning madness, this.
Slow corruption.
Deadening senses,
Altering tenses.

Remote, unfocussed plans
Bob in the toxic sea.
Blueprints in amber.
Overboard.
Bleached out.
Leaving virgin white
On which to write
Distorted views.

O far off beach
Washed clean,
This bottled note is Hope
Scrawled in determined hand.