Saturday, 16 July 2011

Flew




So you flew


From north to south


From coast to coast


Then-


Twice transatlantic.





Now home again,


But differently


Changed


You take your seat


Fall asleep.


From nothing.





You flew away


First high then low


First swift then slow


Then-


You flew again.





The pieces back


In your luggage


Quick hard punch


Cold fast slap





Reality’s light hard and bare


Reality’s time fast and spare.





You went away


To see to see


Her golden hair


She breathes she breathes


I am as rock


I am as stone


On a shelf


Left alone.







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