heavenlystranger

i am a follower. SHEEP SHEEP.
here's my damn poem:

The Man, The Woman in the Airport

They whisper the painted brands to each other
the man turns the words into silly phrases
while his wife licks her lips
at the thought of sliding through the sky in that silver ingot.
They rub their hairless knees
as their seats ascend
and the curve of the earth becomes visible.
There is nothing exciting in this
except the displaced television fear
of dying in random fire.

Each of them wants this
the man, the woman.
They want to burn through the thick gel that surrounds them
like the accidental halos in the wet photograph
that she found floating in the wastewaters
by the airport entrance.

But they are more blessed, the two
their shoes are light and
soap bubbles drift in their blood.
They are lively and rotting
in a lively, rotting world.
They fly today
and they will not fall for twenty more years
the man, the woman.

They descend like little gods
like white, soft statues of themselves.
Their faces tighten, waiting for the flash,
the fire,
the host of cum angels
taking them to the place where
their skin would blow away like dust
and where their souls would drink flames
out of golden cups forever.
But the metal cradle chooses only to set them down
back to where the dirt will press their covered feet
and where gentle hands will speed them softly on their way
h,s,