Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Little plane, little map
Little leg room
Little cramps
Ears are popping 
A day to ellipse the map.
From  tonight to day, tomorrow
Losing a half day to the earths spin
Pass by the windows like the wonders under the clouds.
Steadily descending now
Ears about to explode,
Twitching with the lack of nicotine
And a coffee overload.
Dumb not to bring gum
Head set to implode.
City lights 
Of Delhi from above
Coming in in the dark night
Spinning over and over 
Hovering round 2600 and coming down now air speed  290 180
Alt . 449 422. 393 372

And the earth touches the wheels, the cabin reals fighting
Here at last.

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