no jaywalkers here
                                on the edge
                      of the sky

just air
      and

              space

and
     new atmosphere

                               jump to the
                    beat beat beat of their
pounding fists,
                   shadow cry,
                                    wings
                      ­    falling apart and flailing

           pour me another shot of
           kerosene and gasoline, I'm
           feeling mean and all I've seen
           is a world without a care