The President Driving a Plane into a Skyscraper

The President of the United States Driving a Plane into a Skyscraper
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Jump off the blue sky and land in a hurried world where your face is growing out of everything you see, touch each word and watch all the words growing into ghetto arsons that touch and tease and excite your naked skin, climb aboard an insect and fly it through hallucination after hallucination and then fall up a light ray and find yourself walking on a sun that exists so far away so long ago, now throw the suns all about the universe and everyone runs away from the earth except you and you sink into the ground and you watch the ants and worms and flies eat you and devour you until you are the dust I fling about with my hand
Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen