can dinky sure
abstract fuselage
painted anyhow
on a canvas that’s
thinking hard about
what it’s like
to swing
or
ski sky slopes
empty of thoughts
and insignia
you’re empty
too
except for clinging
denizens
of too much city life
incomprehensibly
you rotate
about your horizontal axis
effectively simulating
gravity
so your inside creatures
know what’s up
it’s overhead
near where
other heads are situated while
thoughts crackle in
between
them yet
no one’s mentioned
your need for wings
so there’s your answer
to summit theology
this plane’s
about to
leave
its planet paint behind
while thinking simple concepts
to proceed
in purest thought
until it
touches down
upon a page inscribed with
an abstract fuselage
so float your wicked signals
and leave your slime behind
your lost hope
lost cause
your pop-eye antennae alert for
other earths