poem: it sounds like a song

poem time. topic for today: planes are addicting but then [space] is such a lonely topic. and jet pilots are crazy. ladies and gentlemen, sketched out quickly in lit, "it sounds like a song."

it sounds like a song

he was just a jet pilot
who looked up one day and fell in love
[looked up one day and fell in love]
with the space between the tidewater galaxies.
he fell in love and fell out of grace
[fell in love and out of grace]
and skipped off this planet like
[a rock skipping off water]
and skipped off this planet,
[skipped off this planet]
on the 3 o'clock
solar flare.

his plane was left stranded
[his plane was hung]
like a coat on the coatrack, put away.
no, actually, his plane was named juliet
and
his plane became juliet, who
fell in love
with
a romeo, named gravity.

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random side note: i wanna go to the city. there are just some times where suburbia and the wind-up birds in one's ear simply will [notdoanymore.] my mother said she'd take me to the city week after next.