Tuesday, April 14, 2009


A plane is a place held up by God’s feathery grasp

A plane is a place where no one talks to you for six hours

A plane is progress

A plane trip is getting progressively worse

A plane is made of plastic and wires and cold steel

But what makes it go is hot invisible air

And at the airport they sell Men’s Health across from the Bojangles.

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