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Dozing before take-off. Patients etherized and unable,
Evening  spread into the distance
Silly solitaire cards spread on pull-down table. 
I  hate toves with  imagined importance
Giving direction to momeraths who do not need  it. 


Through my window   
Ants -  like  small people  from 3000 feet.
Petite  stewardess's candy for pressure-reduction pain. EAT ME

          It’s food that makes my feelings small
          My feeling’s not so big  at all
          I’ve never felt a big and dizzy  love whirl
          But better to have loved a pretty short girl 
          Than never to have loved a  tall
 

One Jubjub  obsessed with  one minute’s lateness there
His last creativity was when he got up off  his potty.  
All in sync. Seat belts. Seats upright. Put cards away, sir.
Feeling dizzy from wine in the waiting lounge. DRINK ME.

           A liquor which can make me grow
           Is  not so very bad you know
           Taller guys make better dancers
           Taller animals better prancers
           Giraffes are fast and lizards slow

I have known toves, and listened, bored, and heard
Their drunken speeches at parties,  wary of the Jubjub bird.

 
Our silver bird’s rolling now.  And we
Switch off cell-phones. No more calls that
Say nothing to no one.  In the ethereal world of electro-chat,
We need items marked  SMOKE ME.

            Horizon seems with puffs to bend
            The sunset seems  to never  end
            The silver wings  can  lift us  all  sky-high
            Where snow and rainfall  disappear with sigh
            As through the clouds of smoke we wend

Caterpillar clouds with  hookahs  on  a mushroom bed.
Be careful:  one minute late  into Stansted -
Queen of Hearts  will  off-with-my-head. 


Through the glass I see  ground  -  those  people in sight
From 3000 feet are in fact ants: for our silver bird is still grounded tight.
A cabin-sign lights up, saying    KICK ME

            Too  long  I tarried in this field of fools
            Where each  one follows some imagined  rules
            Wonderland  characters  are notably oblivious to logic
            Their dramatic,  wordy isolation is patently ridiculous and loquaciously tragic
            The drool of mules fuels the rules of schools.

I  delight to have my  part of the drama  said: 
If you’re too old or inflexible for the job - off with your head.
Kick me for  tolerating it too long and hard.
I have said they’re only silly cards;
But in my game of solitaire void and null
I should have been more forceful.
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