Famous Airplane Poems by Famous Poets

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...am War flesh-heap grows higher,
 blood splashing down the mountains of bodies
 on to Cholon's sidewalks--
Blond boys in airplane seats fed technicolor
 Murderers advance w/ Death-chords
 Earplugs in, steak on plastic
 served--Eyes up to the Image--

What do I have to lose if America falls?
 my body? my neck? my personality?

 June 19, 1968...Read More

...were truly lucky to fall
to a lion-hearted woman like her...


FROM GIOCONDA'S DIARY


This thing called an airplane
 is a winged iron horse.
Below us is Paris
 with its Eiffel Tower--
 a sharp-nosed, pock-marked, moon-like face.
We're climbing,
 climbing higher.
Like an arrow of fire
 we pierce
 the darkness.
The heavens rise overhead,
 looming closer;
the sky is like a meadow full of flowers.
 We're climbing,
 climbing higher.

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...n the

other side.

 Worsewick was nothing fancy.

 Then I came, and just cleared her in a split secondlike

an airplane in the movies, pulling out of a nosedive and sail-

ing over the roof of a school.

 My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the

light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing

and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fishcome

forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

His eyes were st...Read More

...makes that

sound when she sees her mother and me naked. She made

that sound and we drove out of the sheep like an airplane

flies out of the clouds.

 We entered Challis National Forest about five miles

away from that sound. Driving now along Valley Creek, we

saw the Sawtooth Mountains for the first time. It was cloud-

ing over and we thought it was going to rain.

 "Looks like it's raining in Stanley, " I said, though I had

never been in Stanley bef...Read More

...he baby on my shoulders and a good

limit of trout waiting in Hell-diver.

 Knowing the trout would wait there like airplane tickets

for us to come, we stopped at Mushroom Springs and had a

drink of cold shadowy water and some photographs taken of

the baby and me sitting together on a log.

 I hope someday we'll have enough money to get those pic-

tures developed. Sometimes I get curious about them, won-

dering if they will turn out all right. They are in...Read More

... This
 is my house,

my section of Etruscan
 wall, my neighbor's
lemontrees, and, just below
 the lower church,
the airplane factory.
 A rooster

crows all day from mist
 outside the walls.
There's milk on the air,
 ice on the oily
lemonskins. How clean
 the mind is,

holy grave. It is this girl
 by Piero
della Francesca, unbuttoning
 her blue dress,
her mantle of weather,
 to go into

labor. Come, we can go in.
 It is before
the birth of god. ...Read More

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