This is the voice.

This is the voice that the plane makes
as it wades through the cloud.
A turmulous dull roar that you know and need.
Its flight is like join-the-dots.
One to ten.
There’s no difficulty about it
except not killing everyone on board
and a few on the ground too
of course.

This is the voice that I make
as I sit here on my drawing perch.
It’s cold and I’m confused.
Looking at planes all day seemed like just the thing to do
an hour ago.
I have too many choices, it would seem.
Like join-the-dots without the numbers.
So I whine and complain
and my passengers never get anywhere.
Where were they going in the first place?

4 comments

  1. krkbaker · January 25, 2007

    Ok, so maybe this one could go under the voices category; I like the plane having a voice; yet you are also painting a picture of the airport as well so I don’t know.

  2. zaphodfreek · January 25, 2007

    I’m trying to think in those contexts
    when I get inspired.

  3. qazse · January 27, 2007

    I have too many choices, it would seem.
    Like join-the-dots without the numbers.
    So I whine and complain
    and my passengers never get anywhere.
    Where were they going in the first place?

    great stuff

    being adhd I can really relate to the dots without numbers

  4. zaphodfreek · January 27, 2007

    Glad you liked it qazse.

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