Staring at the chemtrails
Thoughts on a wire
Strung along
You might forget tomorrow
But they leave a mark
On the atmosphere
They’ll stay for today
It might be okay
To watch them be made
As long as you don’t touch them
Be aware, the people say
There’s toxins in the air
Stay inside
Your mind tonight
But don’t forget
To look outside
It’s pink and bright
The white birds fly
Skies are never the same
If you miss them
Only yourself to blame
Underneath the trains move
And the planes come alive
Leaving chemtrails behind
To be studied
In my mind
Stay inside
Your mind tonight
But don't forget
To look outside
Leaving lines
For the pilot’s flight
Look outside, oh, it’s pink and bright,
Stay inside your mind tonight
Look outside, oh, leaving lines,
Staring at chemtrails tonight
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
21
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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