The Smoke Will Clear In September

the smoke will clear in september. by les cornelius there’s a little white crack in the orange glowing glass hanging above our heads. it’s the plane piloted by him he’s driving it off the edge of the earth to sometime meet me around on the other side our planes will slam together and our fuel will ignite showering the ground with a yellow blaze that greens the grass and casts giants on pavement the smoke will clear in september and giants will shrink the grass will brown the rubble will be cleared into separate buildings but I haven’t even taken off yet