And then I wrote some poems and stuff
A semi-sequel to night flight. Not yet done, but I’m posting it anyways ho hum.
night flight continues
the city is before you
and the city is full of lights
and yours is bursting-
it is a sodium reaction
burning beneath your sternum
it is more than the chest can hold
chemicals explode, and
one fire turns to thousands
that burst free
they are fireworks that scream into the night
and they fly to join the lights of the city
and it is wondrous
even as it sears away
and the flesh;
yet you are still the night flight
even among the lights on the ground
and you are looking down at those burning souls
as the lights burst from your chest;
you are watching from above as
you are stitched into the city’s tableau
and the city welcomes you as one of its own.
the jazz swells
and the fire burns
and desire has left a gaping hole in your chest.
your bones are dropped into the river;
ground to sand and calcium dust.