CHASE ME! I will burn fuel with you
to help pass the time. Loop the loop.
Sheets of cirrus. Knife them through
straight on until the third star on the right
shines bright and combustion
flat quits.
I will chase your dive until
we nearly swim and pull hard,
breaking water out of thin air
the same and close enough to smell
your motor's breath,
some of your paint tearing free of your metal.
Whipping the wheel
along the way
toward flak and consequence. It's not easy
to laugh at mach 2.
