So high, you can see the future from here. 

Hawk-eyed trembling

Fumbling, vacant,

Big band noise

Slipping on the ice

Slippery.

Little traces of oily mixture

Little paths

Engines rumbling,

Heat and gas and fire

Roaring,

Ice 9,

Viking take offs,

f-15, 16, fA-18, tomcat 14

Helicopters,

And I’m sleeping under bridges,

Along the roadways

And in the ditches

Glinting in the lemon

Lemon-lime sunshine

Making new holes

In the map,

Fold it up and let it burn,

Magnifying glass,

Telescope,

I can see the future from here.

 

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—Photo credit:  Air Combat Command/Flickr