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there is an airport not a mile from my house. Sitting outside the sky is just a backdrop for the metal machines that glide downward into the tree tops.
everytime i see one i listen for the crash.
I think its about time we examine how far we've come.
reflect.
togeather.
i've got a year old bottle of whiskey i keep in my room. I'm saving it for some bad news.
bad writing. its just bad writing.
dry spell.
dry throat.
the lady and pizza should both be here soon. the sqeek of the car, slanted from the front driver side tire being a spare, two inches smaller than the rest. the door will open. a exclamation, "Hey baby, I got cha pizza"
we will eat.
another plane, wheels down. the low hum of the plane slowing, decending. a soft rumble as it disappears. Another business trip, a visit, a move, a vacation. I wonder if a plane were to crash would the house shake? would the trees split, would the fire reach my front door? or a confused survivor? what would i say to him or her? "How was the flight?"
everytime i see one i listen for the crash.
I think its about time we examine how far we've come.
reflect.
togeather.
i've got a year old bottle of whiskey i keep in my room. I'm saving it for some bad news.
bad writing. its just bad writing.
dry spell.
dry throat.
the lady and pizza should both be here soon. the sqeek of the car, slanted from the front driver side tire being a spare, two inches smaller than the rest. the door will open. a exclamation, "Hey baby, I got cha pizza"
we will eat.
another plane, wheels down. the low hum of the plane slowing, decending. a soft rumble as it disappears. Another business trip, a visit, a move, a vacation. I wonder if a plane were to crash would the house shake? would the trees split, would the fire reach my front door? or a confused survivor? what would i say to him or her? "How was the flight?"