11.23.16

Here are some words for the holiday weekend. I hope to be back with some more content in my time off. I like content as a two-faced word; however currently at odds the faces may be.

11-17-16

Thinking in verse

I penciled cross words

as we flew.

Not looking for love,

logic or a life vest;

becoming immune

to the furrowed pelt

of the earth below

and the plumes

of lenticular clouds.

Aloft, I cram

words and complain about rules

and noises breaching

the border of the

engines' feathered crooning.

Make things fit like

we fit, barely: coming out

of our bags and our shoes.

Is this the way we

are supposed to touch the sky?

I ask you.