sublimewords

Bad altitude

My feet flew far from Gais skin,
Into her skies I soar again.
The desert fades away from sight,
The sandy dunes stay warm at night.
Another town should wind me down,
Escape the routine my lifes found.
A weekend sabbatical seems so radical.
When my wallet feels so light.
Perhaps my kin will once again help make my feelings right.
Rocky mounds protrude from the ground beneath my wayward flight.
This metal ship propelled will dip and slip despite its might.
One cocktail more to wash down four lightly salted nuts.
The passengers seek ways to climb out from there daily ruts.
Far below a patchwork quilt made up of fruits and veggies,
Is hemmed in by an aqua duct that flows forever steady.

The hour trip was going well until the cabin pressure fell.
The turbulence makes us aware that we should all expect a scare.
Now I hold a mask to breath,
My head is tucked between my knees.
The horizon tilts our prayers wilt,
The captain says goodbye.
A couple fucks and just my luck the lady by me cries.
While my mind races I decide that my lifes been a hoot.
My one regret and yours Ill bet,
Is I have no Para shoot.