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
Thank Jack, happy to be here
Jesse,
Love this and so glad you submitted.
J-