Wingmate

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.

Dreadnought

Turn the key.
Listen to the horsepower.
Hundreds of feet away,
through the floor and
decks below, to tickle the spine.
Enough to motivate
a minor city block of
iron, steel, glass, and souls.
Do not fear
the water's chop and hack and scream.
Let the tugboats do their work.
Pistons large enough
to crumple a car.
Barrels ready to light up zones
beyond Earth's curvature.
A lot to have
with a hat on straight and
uniform pressed and buckled well.
Turn the key.
At first light, sail.
Search and destroy.

This I Believe

I believe in swords, both long and short.
I believe in scars.
I believe in change.
I believe in combat and peace.
I believe in moon rise and howling for others.
I believe in taking time.

I believe in will and might can make right
given enough time.

I believe in professors.
I believe in pants as well, though they should not be worn too often.
I believe in nature and math.
I believe in sunrise.
I believe in traffic and radio.
I believe art.
I believe sleep.

I believe a thousand pictures can be worth one word.

I believe in sexlessness.
I believe in school.
I believe in engines and crankshafts and tie rods and motor oil.
I believe in explosions.
I believe in wires and etching.
I believe in capacitance.

I believe in touch.

Crash Groove

Aye!

Aye, you!  You there!  Yes, you!

Looking up, back down to grass and the moon
doing it's best to arrive
without making a stink.

I see you, boy.  I see you.

Inhaling all sorts of goodness,
the summer dream and
everything tastes like greenery, yeh?  Yup, it do.

This is road.

To scorched earth, we have to go
to ends and ends and quests.
Miniature quests and full length ones too.
The get.

This is road toward

when I look at the space
between the stars I can see them
ones between, irises dilated,
harmony.

Toward a plane,
ecliptic, reminded of sword and how  analog
are you?

Bent.  I'll go to hell with you, but
our passports better match.