504 mph

40,000 feet

clouds slide silently beneath

chasing the setting sun

toward a new tomorrow

where the day begins again

and darkness recedes behind

unpleasant memories

fading away

into the past

like that day

your father left home

or the moment

your mother died

at 40,000 feet

everything seems simple

and easier to understand

and instead of

torturing yourself

to create something great

you just look out the window

take a sip of your gin and tonic

and write.

And then
we die.




























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What is that like? Finding someone you can survive going through life with? The dice seem loaded. Or else there's just an improbability machine turned on somewhere, cranking out random pairs of people who decide to battle it out for serious number of years inclined to never admit defeat. Is that good? Dogged determination that results in a whirlpool of emotion and a draining of joy from the very lives they pledge themselves to?

i am so glad
winter is fading away
and the windows can be opened
so that the breeze can carry us
to someplace other than this moment
as if in a dream
warm and inviting
like forgotten summer days
where we under the willow tree
enjoyed life without hesitation
Not knowing the future
unaware of our mortality
because it was just a summer day
and we were just children

the rain pours out of the gutters
and onto the loading dock
blue grey day of quiet thoughts
lost letters and forgotten moments
people no longer with us
memories
swirling clouds mingle with buildings
colors saturate and intensify
the rain grows louder
the heart slows with sadness
blue grey day of
disquieting thoughts

If I could play the sitar
I would
I would play a song that evoked
sultry hot monsoon days
and dark promiscuous nights
and
sad morning afters
I would
pluck the strings
in some remarkable artistic fashion
leaving the listener
enthralled
appalled
tapping his or her foot
in time

with
the




music.

troubled youth

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ok
so he was 54 not 14
but it felt like familiar territory
flying upside down
unable to determine the horizon
raindrops obscuring
what's up ahead
hold on
this isn't in the manual
take another drink
throttle up
bank and roll
it could be another crash landing
it could be another dream
hey
isn't it about time
lessons were learned
injuries avoided
o
ok
hit the ejector seat
and hope the
parachute
doesn't malfunction





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