Night Flight- changed

by hkollef

(I think I like this version of night flight better.)

 

night flight

 

the last time i flew

it was daylight

i didn’t look out the window.

 

now

i look outside and see

a thousand lights;

and each light is

a thousand souls

burning against

the

gaslamp yellow nightscape.

 

there is space here

and silence

and the silence deafens

and beneath the silence there is noise

and-

once in tokyo i had the perfect drink

like electric moonbeams

violets

and secrets soaked in gin.

 

i taste it here

in the recycled air above the nightscape

while viewing the souls

that may or may not be

the remnants of fevered dreams

while hearing the silence

that is not silence

it is breathing, it is a pulse–

 

listen with me

if we’re very quiet, we can hear

the faint strains of

tokyo jazz

filtering through the soft thrum

of wheels and

motorized air

and a crying baby that’s never tasted

the smoky sweet burn of gin and juniper.

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