David Byrne Poet I do not know?

Sensations

Street-lights golden nuggets on a plane
I shimmer with anticipation
Aircraft dips left like a soaring hawk
Golden eyes zero in on its prey

Aloft and descending turbulence
Undercarriage open like talons
Binocular vision so alert
As screeching rubber thumps the tarmac

Decelerate adrenal glands pump
Undoing buckles my thoughts floating
About casual normality
Within casual catastrophe

We have naturally come so far
Yet I feel so unnatural here
Aircraft mobiles cars cities and things
Overwhelming sophistication

Better to lie in my earthen bed
Feeling the pulse of my heart beating
Better to be the hawk in the sky
Feeling the wind ruffle through my wings

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M.I.A . March 11, 2011 at 5:53 AM Oh wow! those words..where did it come from?! loved it

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 2, 2011 at 5:16 AM Visual drama David... luv the tenure of every line my friend... golden eyes zero in on it's prey... awesome..luv..

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2011 at 11:19 PM I feel like you might be spaceman in this poem, and I love the image of the hawk and how you would rather be in the earthen bed. I think I would too! Long time no see, David!! Glad to see this poem. LUv, Andrea

Poet Destroyer A January 28, 2011 at 8:45 PM a very sensationable write, enjoyed this one David,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse January 28, 2011 at 7:01 PM Enjoyed the ride today....thank you for flying Byrne today, hope we can be your airline of choice! LOL