Tuesday, 17 July 2012

My friend hopped on a plane.

Day breaks like cheap glassware and everything is huge,
The sky expands and now your hands hold all you can’t pronounce.
The air still tastes like home so quick fill your pockets,
Tomorrow who knows what fuck you’ll smell?

The Timor Sea will wave and you won’t notice,
The stars will wink but for the dinosaurs.
The thermals will lift and hold you closely,
The airplane food will try to clog your pores.

So stuff your heart with all the empty sadness,
Fortify its walls with what you miss.
Later, laughing, strolling on the atlas,
Lighter hearts will soften, grow and lift.

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