30,000ft life support
this thin walled impro-bubble
Moulded curves
sealed in air,
buckled to chair
crisp starched attendance
Ready? Click, click go.
Up to scratch the sky
slides
a few inches
from screaming infinity
outside,
my mind frozen solid
in suffocating air
with one path down.
brought back by the
'bing’-served
banality bites
sealed in cellophane
requiring all my skill to release
with elbows discreet
The piped white noise beckons me wombwards,
the suckle thumb light illuminates,
and I cry myself home with the futility,
of spreading frozen butter on a cold roll,
with a plastic knife.