newish poem

The airplane still seems to be going
it has been flying for a very long time now
i don’t think it can ever stop

as it flies
it pushes its smooth
fluid
cylindrical
bulk
thru the atmosphere of tears and promises
forcing its way thru it all

how could such a thought
so sharp
ever return to the soft earth?
the tears stream off its body
following aerodynamically maximised flow patterns
it flies for ever
blind
cold
its roar of rage
hopelessly trailing in its wake