inflight enter-

tainment guide

say “chillax”.

glance prehist-

oric day dawned

corrugated

charmed, seams

of burn-

ished earth ochre

deep spindly

curve end fabled

plinths, white.
this new day is

witness: trajectory

of god s rich,

myths eternal

gold spun –
he a bored space

man yawn! at the

endpoint of

millennia dreams

skeins of silk new

day not there to

cushion a rapture

or a fall.
chillax. we’re

not going to the

moon. more hum

drum locale & vicious

civic primacies call

now next aisle over

son argues with

father,

attendant inter

venes, bends,

& dulcet tones

firm she

confiscates
his gilded wings