Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
I don't have a title for this.
a jet trail vanished behind a cloud/
i heard it roaring, so low, so loud/
when it reached the snailshaped mass/
i waited for the plane to pass/
my neck was craned, and i was staring/
to the snail, its bluesky faring/
it moved on/
the plane was gone/
only blankblue in its wake/
i knew what i saw, there's no mistake/
the plane was seating forty seven/
i wonder if they went toheaven/
noone else saw, noone believed me/
thought that i lied, my eyes just decieved me/
i took it asign/
an ending life line/
still, im alive,and i still cast an eye/
up highabove, up to the sky/
maybe real soon, if i'm looking real hard/
i will see, in a cloud's blue front yard/
another white line, coming Out from highfog/
uninterrupted, long, slice the blue bog/
its journey continued/
shouting, roaringrenewed/
i heard it roaring, so low, so loud/
when it reached the snailshaped mass/
i waited for the plane to pass/
my neck was craned, and i was staring/
to the snail, its bluesky faring/
it moved on/
the plane was gone/
only blankblue in its wake/
i knew what i saw, there's no mistake/
the plane was seating forty seven/
i wonder if they went toheaven/
noone else saw, noone believed me/
thought that i lied, my eyes just decieved me/
i took it asign/
an ending life line/
still, im alive,and i still cast an eye/
up highabove, up to the sky/
maybe real soon, if i'm looking real hard/
i will see, in a cloud's blue front yard/
another white line, coming Out from highfog/
uninterrupted, long, slice the blue bog/
its journey continued/
shouting, roaringrenewed/
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