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
a few inches  
from screaming infinity
my mind frozen solid
in suffocating air
with one path down.
brought back by the
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.


I lke flying really, once I'm over the sheer madness of it.

Aeroplane, Flying

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Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
Environ 4 ans

Exactly my sentiments about flying. I came to the conclusion however, that from now on my suitcase goes into the trunk of my car and it will take me where I go. Great poem.

Mr Moonlight
Mr Moonlight
Environ 4 ans

Thanks for your thoughts! Isn't it weird how driving is probably more dangerous statistically, but doesn't feel like it is? Plus I do love looking out the window at the clouds, so am going to keep on flying. Magical :-)

Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
Environ 4 ans

@Mr Moonlight: You are so right about the danger statistically when it comes to driving. What lulls me into a false sense of security is that I am in charge of the situation when driving. But fly away and enjoy and keep on writing.

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