an aisle seat,
my choice,
I get to watch
Noah's children
board one by one
it is a miracle!
I swear the plane
expands
cause no way
we young fools all
fit
in this
silver cylindrical sliver
chamber of
aliens, skinny jeans, needy for haircuts,
wailing babies and kids
the captain says its time
to pull away from the gate,
pull together, hold hands,
pray for our deliverance
from turbulent winds and
mechanical malfunction
and the sundry ways fates
render us asunder
when next we see safe port,
dry land, nobody knows,
but this ship, a prayer,
built of titanium prayers,
this ship is earth bound
bringing home the lost children,
our return flight,
pinging bright
the signal of our existence,
to ease the brow of those
who mourn our premature departures
the stewardesses lead us in prayer:
*"Georgia, Georgia,
No peace I find,
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind"*
this is my happy ending,
this, my happy days,
I believe with perfect faith,
you and I will be reunited
on a dock by the bay,
perhaps even the one
beside my real name,
the hour when the ship comes in
June 6th, 2014
NML
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
an aisle seat,
my choice,
I get to watch
Noah's children
board one by one
it is a miracle!
I swear the plane
expands
cause no way
we young fools all
fit
in this
silver cylindrical sliver
chamber of
aliens, skinny jeans, needy for haircuts,
wailing babies and kids
the captain says its time
to pull away from the gate,
pull together, hold hands,
pray for our deliverance
from turbulent winds and
mechanical malfunction
and the sundry ways fates
render us asunder
when next we see safe port,
dry land, nobody knows,
but this ship, a prayer,
built of titanium prayers,
this ship is earth bound
bringing home the lost children,
our return flight,
pinging bright
the signal of our existence,
to ease the brow of those
who mourn our premature departures
the stewardesses lead us in prayer:
*"Georgia, Georgia,
No peace I find,
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind"*
this is my happy ending,
this, my happy days,
I believe with perfect faith,
you and I will be reunited
on a dock by the bay,
perhaps even the one
beside my real name,
the hour when the ship comes in
June 6th, 2014
NML
This is my mystical sight
that sneaks into my brain,
stakes a place,
when love and sad fuse
and my fingers fly
as if -no- because I am possessed
by the greatness of what humans can do, be, see,
and believe
for those who know for whom it was writ,
I dedicate and wait with perfect faith for
that homecoming game when all are victorious
in the meantime I kayak the bay looking for signs...poems...anything...
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