Freeing her mind fast
was the first thought she had while
not freeing her mind.
A quiet wind blew
not quiet enough for him
he soon quit playing
As the last beer hit
he felt his speed increasing
while the music played
Jill liked all balloons
red, blue, purple, pink, and even
the ones that were not
The economy
was flat and the hopes of change
were easy to drown
At the end of the day
the bright lights have faded to
one drunk pal and guests
Joy is frequently
defined by images of life
although they can lie