Why Am I High by Jonathan Beale

The blistering freezing smashing dawn
Cutting through the misshapen woodland

The tension can be as heavy
As the labourer with coal laden blood

His high five start is never overworked
He knows his philosophy

The gathers velocity pumping, pumping –
The streets race by even when sitting alone
In the corner café

The girls’ laughter massage’s the raw rashed mind
For a moment.

The infestation that is ‘The Friday night’
Coincidentally crash in my Friday night high

The strange jockey the drives the whip
of the horse within the energy

Must expire it must –like some character
In a sci-fi story I fall and fall and sleep washed
Me up on another shore on the other side

Until, until, until lightning strikes.  Again!
The wind has dropped
The sea is absolutely still.

Jonathan Beale
Jonathan Beale has poems published in Penwood Review, Danse Macabre, Poetic Diversity, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, Deadsnakes, Bitchin Kitsch, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, Van Gogh’s Ear, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, Jellyfish Whispers, The Outsider, and Yellow Mama. His work has appeared in such books as ‘Drowning’ (Scar publications) and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar publications). He is currently working on his second volume. His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Destinations-Raxiera-Jonathan-Beale-ebook/dp/B018F6GWQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1452199641&sr=1-1&keywords=jonathan+beale He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
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