we are in flight


we are in flight above the hum of a buick we are in flight above the gathering of drunk friends in flight we have climbed out through bedroom windows, balconies, chimney tops out of hospitals, public house lavatories, various kinds of prison cell to be in flight above hills of heather and playgrounds of concrete above small towns where no one would believe it and big cities where no one even looks up we are in flight treading above the storm above the tidal wave and the hurricane over terrorised skyscrapers and explicit watchtowers we are in flight, pyjama’d, suggestively lingerie’d, unabashed naked we are in flight below the rushing moon below the ailing sun and its tender clouds we are together in love we sing out our ridiculous questions like anthems, our disgust like hymns but we are gentle and disturb nothing no bud, no blade flattened, no woodpile, no roof tile unsettled we are in flight beneath the slalom rain we are in flight wearing the morning as jewellery we are in flight flying through nostalgic alleys filled with menstrual cats through vegetable’d fields and fields teeming with wild fowl and wild sheep and wild cows escaped from the slaughterhouses down through sinister parking lots, slutty street corners, traumatic stadiums acres of scoring, miles of dogging, of brawling, of praying we are in flight following no particular formation or flight pattern we are in flight through time zones spitting hysterical at the giant clocks of London, Tokyo, Sydney


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