>>>PLANE TALK>>>

>> we sat silent.       listening to the muffled sounds of  carry-on  thud clap crack   non chalant  side glance of curious  clatter smack   a word(!).... oh, a cough  &  achoo... click click seatbelt ///everything's a floatation device these days   at least you're not a clickety clack... laptop crack crack floppy     --you've got hair, o my nameless frequent flyer! thud badumbadum....   "please keep your tray tables snap and seatbelts fast click." or so the kippety  Cap(t)  frizzy radioed     and mein dainty oculus eye speck gazed upon the strange tick tock of  "scheduled departure" automatons in "ring" "line up" "take a number" mannerism     out of the uniform window of   "next time you decide to blast through the air in a pressurized tin can, we hope you think of us"       --that was the ol' kippety again and so we smelched a bit at that.     and mein oculus caught yours. hello.             uh  hi. - - -- the tongue molds sound and we push thought to thought to thought       and create conversation- - - -- so, ah, you're a 7th day adventist?  --me?     oh, i'm an inventist.... but i have sipped of the soup of reconciliation, or some other book of the book that i was reading in the ... "dentist office?"                  yeh yeh, how did you know? "e.s.p.., i'm becoming a dentist, my young inventist"           that's neat. --or so i  mused  and  we shared ourselves and ourslefs with laughs of  shhh... ch..ch...       and sha... cha... cha..  huh uh huh ... yeh yeh... hee. silly giggulous altitude i'll never see you again merrimentatious eeeerr  turbulence badumbadum.. "if you look to your left, you'll see ... " vast crack smash carved in the dirt or maybe just the grand canyon=....-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=----=-=---=-=   we are unified in our wonder      ooooh    aaaah    lookie  .... uh huh.    time wanes invariabletatiously ....   with  groan of achy ass bones... ears  pop pop  ouch! crack elbows  ...pop snap..   "clickclickclicketyclick"  --or so your knuckles uttered   the body prepares to become rigid, the mind has become attached.. you are safe, i do not want to leave you the tin can sprouts legs to put it's feet on the ground... restless shifting muffle badumbadum     eeeeerk    eeeerk  eeerk  eerk    erk  er....    and so it's quiet wait in line,  walk up ramps,  rigidbody  pressed against the air of the unknown... tired belly..& dizzy gray matter... stale mouth murmuring goodbyes..  warm eyes gazing gentle compassion revealed in one last ocular glance   and we are thrust back into the tick tock abyss               "thank you for flying" >> Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 01:42 PM PST   0 • 10