“We Are Flying At An Altitude Of 39,000 Feet”

Luuuuuke …
Come over to the Dark Side …
Luuuuuke …

I’d like to say
Then I awoke but
That begs the question

I look out the window

Night

I see things

A million feet below
The moon lights up the ice

I see an ancient bridge
Linking lost continents
And long lines of furry creatures
Moving slowly across it

In my lap’s
A book of Oslomon’s poems:
I Need A Purer Song

The sound of a jet engine

Blind Willie Johnson moaning
Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground

Among those furry creatures
Are pseudo-furry creatures
Men and women
Wearing nice warm bloody coats

How do the real furry creatures
Feel about the pseudo ones
Walking among them
Wearing their loved ones’ parts?

I’ve always wanted to see
The northern lights

Now here they are

But they’re so liminal

I hear Page say
“They’re messengers!”

When they finally fade for good
I read Oslomon:

“My love
“Like a bouquet of fresh flowers
“I bring you all the names”

The 1st was our anniversary

I remember the path
Her ashes made

I still can’t figure it out

I guess that’s why they say
Go figure

You’re right, Page

They’re messengers

Comments

[Shelly]

in my ipad, which i share with my 3 daughters, we love the fwnoloilg games:Temple run: the latest craze i like it especially if it is running so fast you never know when to jump, slide. hahaha!Wooords: you have to make words using the letters provided and within the time limit.Bejeweled Blitz