Night Flight- changed

(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.



i look outside and see

a thousand lights;

and each light is

a thousand souls

burning against


gaslamp yellow nightscape.


there is space here

and silence

and the silence deafens

and beneath the silence there is noise


once in tokyo i had the perfect drink

like electric moonbeams


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.


4 thoughts on “Night Flight- changed

  1. I know someone who likes anything w gin, let alone ”electric moonbeams
    violets and secrets soaked in gin” ….. sounds like you have found a creative muse in Prague …..

  2. Pingback: And then I wrote some poems and stuff « HannahKollef

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