Lag

Jetlag propels
my foggy waves
through the winds
I lag everything
numb and dumb
I barely stand
my jet lags
in glorious power
is this how
death experiences
the souls pulsate
from nowhere
to this non-life?
The poet should
never try to write
when jetlagged
this poem lags
both spirit and guts
so spirit will
be spilled in my guts
to knock-out
and then the circus
starts again - jets
and jets lag lag lag....