Good morning heartache...

[jack_babalon]

I'm several thousand feet up in the air and everybodys asleep except me. I'm high on insomnia and still fighting off a bitch of a cold. Above a sea of indigo clouds, a tangerine dawn rises while I spit blood & phlegm into a perfectly folded napkin. I close my eyes and listen to the waves of headache pound rhythmically against the shore of my consciousness. I follow the cadence of the blood beat until I finally drift off into a hypnogogic state. The ocean winds gust across the canyon streets of Broward, clean like a second chance. Baby lizards crawl slowly across the terracotta walls of the front porch. My fingers buried in soil as thousands of ants swarm over the surface of my hand as I try to yank a root out of the earth. November bikini mamas stroll down the beach with skin the color of old pennys. Smell of dust & spices wafting out of an open cuppard. Ultraviolet sunsets while the neighbors children ride bicycles in circles. Taste of cranberrys & chestnut stuffing, two old friend that have met each other by accident on my tongue. The palm trees stripped of fronds on only one side from where the hurricane spilled across the gulf a few weeks ago. A flock of green parrots launch from the telephone wires looking for work in still lifes or pirate shoulders to perch on. Dad pointing to Mars for me, finding a small red jewel out of a handful of defiant stars, then he turns around and locates Venus before we walk back home.
The plane shakes.
I'm over Atlanta now. Amnesia sky, gray without boundaries. Rain taps the window. Like William Shatner i'm the only one who knows there's a gremlin outside, dancing sabotage on the wing and threatening to follow me home. It's a little after eight in the morning and i'm heading straight to work. The crowds surge & ebb around me. Intercom voices. Bored faces framed in uniforms. Everyone attaches their cellphones to the side of their skull. Reconnected. Jacked in. Fully mobile, all bars lit and saying nothing as loud as they can. I get on the train and on with the rest of my life.

Comments

[fireriven.livejournal.com]

Although this absolutely doesn't respond to the depth of your post, I wanted to mention that I'm glad I'm not the only one who always thinks of the gremlin on the wing when I'm on a plane.

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

"A flock of green parrots launch from the telephone wires looking for
work in still lifes or pirate shoulders to perch on."

i've never seen 'free-range' parrots. only in zoos and aviaries.
i'd love to see some just aimlessly flitting about.
quite a sharp contrast to the crows of which i am so fond.