she always an aeroplane anyway
but when this happened she just took flight
as though some great wave come up behind her
full of geese and swans and old newspapers
dripping she rose from ugly water
into all silver idylls of sky
there to career
mad with beams
anvils falling like wet liquid rain in June
you should've seen him leap across
face like that
never saw it coming
always got it all wrong after
mixed up
walks into the grocers
what can I do for you the man says
want you to blow me he says
then fuck me in the ass he says just like that
laying his money down calm next to bananas
you think maybe you're asking the wrong person
at the wrong time the guy says old guy with glasses
later he asks his lover for apples
midnight the grocer turns up
tracked you down, he says
how you wanna do it?
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Wonderful flight poem idea, folding in on itself at the end, Steve. Beautiful.
Thanks for that. Not often I get comments here.
Steve.
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