Life is an aeroplane coined the bored clerk
Tatoos from waist to forehead
So when is it going to take off silly
The voyage he eloquently said
is a ride inside your wacky head
family flight all eyes and life
the stalk a graceful symbol of peace and fertility
The crib the illusion of safety sing me sweetly to sleep
from birth to death on your harp of a mouth
The clerk adjusted a packet of junk food
Fat t.v fingers seeking the corners
big cheek grin
Feelings take off you can see the beautiful ciy from here
The soup of intuition as you penetrate the clouds
The soft compassion of the sunset approaching bliss
Emotional jet stream
Choreographed hostesses with prepackaged existences
handing them out like actors
Superhuman balance as the turbulence makes them work
life certainly guarantees that says the clerk
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