aviophobia

plane

man, it’s beautiful,

when you can linger above the sky,

Xanax-fluffed and soulful

And see the world without thinking

you’ll die.

 

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

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