Thursday

Plane Poem, A Poem About Sirens in the Sky Instead of the Sea.



 On my way to Baltimore,

  "...their excellent harbour; and many a traveler, reduced by them to skin and bones, had forfeited the happiness of reaching home." -Apollomius Rhodius, Argonautica.

I looked for you
dockside the aircraft carrier.

How enticing, the glance you flung
into our brief history of landing.

How enticing, your orange peel song
perfected in one piece upon the dining table.  

How enticing, dropping out of the sky like you did,
turning off alarms and singing into airspace.

The fighters shook clouds by their shoulders
to find you.

Sing,  The harbored sky jangled
           Like the back of my father's 
           Rickety pickup and I knew I was alive.

I looked for you. I looked for you

As I shewed away the blackbirds,
Blew the cobwebs alley ward,

And like a future lover,
sprayed perfume into your future house fire.

I took out the note you left at the dining table,
wrote a forwarding address on each of my ears.













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