man, it’s beautiful,
when you can linger above the sky,
Xanax-fluffed and soulful
And see the world without thinking
A golden lake drinks Baltimore,
ten thousand feet high.
an immaculate soup
of rainbow diffusion,
great vaporous spores
spilling rays from heaven
the plane shakes,
and sunset hugs us while we cruise.
life’s not too bad when you think,
“fuck, this is great,”
and have something to lose