Landing Lights

Landing lights blinking in the twilight, Beneath the turbines howling blast, And the scream of descent; Stark and still, staring into midnight As the neon rushes past And the wheels connect cement. Discourse babbled from the concourse Walking through arrival lounge despair In a sweat suit of escape; Crooked walk, limping like a lame horse, Spinning like a lab rat here and there, As the world melts out of shape. Landing lights flashing at the last flights Beneath the uptake jet propelled As the wings eclipse the sky; Turbulence jerking through a bomb site, And the eyes are thus compelled To watch the metal fly.