If you couldn’t tell, I like alliterations, and just to prove to all you skeptics out there that I have a non-vulgar poetical side, I wrote this little diddly on the plane ride home, you see, they all connect, the beginning, middle, and end. What a magical weekend. Thanks for letting me share it with you.
Ode to Flying
Cotton balls soak up the agricultural memories of a love sowed wrong
Cement veins carry ants, kissing towards the sky as they release them directionally
Running, remembering
Ceaselessly inferring
Feathers of the heavens lay flat above, laughing at the gorgeous chaos
Communities of synthetic life nestle between sted-fast trees and tears of brown
Longing, loving
Frantically shoving
My stomach stays as my body drops
Brown life of the rivers bend and break against slopes of cement
Crashing, crying
Tearing, trying
What on earth could all this be for?
When nature has no home
I’d be crazy not to follow…
