pretty lights below

A poem that was written on the airplane ride home.

Is there anyone else out there who wouldn't mind

falling from the night sky,

onto those pretty lights below?

The pilot just happens to fall asleep.

It's completely out of your control.

A quick and

unavoidable

separation of body and soul.

I'd love to fall from the night sky onto the

pretty lights below. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Death wishes are intriguing up until the moment of impact. After that there are no retractions.