History

drag a finger across this wall a certain way sounds like airplanes flying by they crash into the ocean of my bed like coral sea or midway or some other sky battle i know this because i sat motionless, watched old videos of people dying and on fire or drowned by water combat, round two heavy, landed on some sinking carrier ship down, soapy sea foams black and white – shades of grey filter pale fires, choked in smoke unplugged and drained reflections lost in history, in waves