Saturday, March 17, 2012

Some More Thoughts on Death




For the Sake of Navigation

I will die in between two days, on a transatlantic flight,
after the stewardess has given me my drink.

I will be at peace with liminal space, false legroom.
I will be nation-less, ground-less, 63,000 feet up in the air.

My soul will thank me for doing
almost three-fourths of the job, the airline & co. will not.

Perhaps the plane will land in Paris,
but the chances are slim, instead I’ll be carrying bad news to a lover.

I will be one of the true, few mile-high club members,
receive a two-fer, a free plane ride back!

But if anything I just wanted to play with time,
make it wait for me zone by zone.

I will die in between two days, on a transatlantic flight,
inside the belly of an aeronautical Leviathan. 

1 comment:

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

Wild. Morbid. Fulla 'laissez-faire, oui?' I can surmise you're a very, very bright girl, so lookit this and decide if you wanna come Upstairs (frankly, I wouldn't be tooo worried about what the whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more concerned about what Jesus shall say at our General Judgment. You may not like me now, yet, I’m not out to please you, girl. Lemme gonna wanna tella youse Who - grrr. New Joisey accent):

Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like for us if ya believe: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal-Upstairs for the most extra-blatant, guhroovaliciousness (-Austin POW!ers), pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy, Reality-Firepower-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal: PLEASE KEEP HANDS/FEET INSIDE THE WIDE UNTIL WE MADE A CIRCUMFERENCE OF NEVER-ENDING-POSSIBILITIES. Yes, we’ll have a high-flying, immense-impression to be an outstanding-red-marker! For God, anything and everything and more! is possible!! Puh-leeeze meet me Upstairs. Do that for us. Cya soon, girl…