Hiccups and Short Straws(That Jarring Motion)

That jarring motion—

An emotion of intangibility,

A thrashing swathe of ambushed glee,

Gelid-frozen-numb to all but thee

…Stranger things have come to pass

Judgmental and arterial

Walls of clang—click, click, click-itsy-bitsy-clang

Spraying nonce words along the river’s rhyme

Brae, Brae, Bye Brae, Bye-Bye

Conundrums, elegies—displaced—hammocking,

 Broken in form, not in tone—slowly, waywardly directions, slingshots blissfully— swaying through, garden gates and the ever, almost haunting presence, presents of thoughts of you

Volumes, large, small, slim and fat, broach the shelves—where hidden histories oft collapse—to the tidal process of bookend failure, sliding just enough to get the domino’s a-wobbling

That Jarring motion—

Where once you get past initial discomfort, hiccups either hurt or make you laugh.

To those who draw the short straw, just remember, it will take you a longer time, to sip the drink, which too, can either be, good or bad.

That jarring motion—

When insides ache

That jarring motion—

That drives sleep’s wake

That jarring motion—

Some clamor for—

That jarring motion—

Others abhor.

         I for one, think being open to surprise is both shock and fun.