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.

(2014)

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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