Sunday Planes

Sunday planes

Flying low

Through your hair

Soft and slow

We are alive

Let’s take a ride

Absurdity

Sing to me

There’s still an ambulance

Waiting for me

Beyond another

Dreamt summer

And should we part

Without a goodbye

Know you were more than enough

For a reason why

My faithful skeptic

For the rest of it

I’ll find the sweetness between

Optimism and delirium

In an empire on its knees

No longer high on helium

Without an identity

Beyond the taught and bought

Upon the cereal stained textbook page

Describing the battles we fought

Sunday brain

Power-saving mode

I’ve stopped seeing birds

Flying alone

In the blue Queens sky

Of our collective mind

Ghosts in the street

Serenade me

I’m only writing prayers

No more prophecy

Of the mercurial light

Only redefined night

Ambitions fade

Seasons leave

The flowers grow again

Before the dirt can grieve

In a clearing by the sea

Where you once held me

I’ll lean on the abstract read

Of my most contradictory components

I have little use for attention seeking

‘Nor fetishizing aloneness

If that passes for dignity

Then hell, sign me up

I’m always somewhere in the multiverse

Singing about love