This Jumpy Tone Poem by James Callos Jordan

A quick jump of the heart
And air trapped in between spaces;
A familiar recurring tone,
Timed and in beat.

Source might be dry bread,
Or maybe foam from a cola;
No matter what it is,
It triggered something inside this vessel.

Vessel, what vessel you ask?
A clue maybe of help;
In the morning it walks with four legs,
In the afternoon with two and evening with three.

Yes, the feeling might be irritating,
Or something fun and amusing;
But if you had enough,
A glass of water or a fright could cure it up.

October 2,2009