GASKET

A poem —

Photo by Lysander Yuen on Unsplash

Stab a hole in the cabin walls
Let the atmosphere do its thing
The same air that we all breathe
Doesn’t taste the same when flying
As when you fall
Until
Terminal velocity
Perforated ear drums
Struggling to keep pace
Off beat with orchestra slums
Ostracized and unorthodox
A whirlpool water fountain
Where the ship’s hull collapses and
lungs are flooded
before a sip is taken

Snapped
Blooded

A bush fire in a cigarette
Flicked into a petrol service station
A haggle of misfits are waiting
Fireball in a bathroom stall
Sticky black tar footprints
All up the ceilings and across the walls
Leading the way from bar to bar
Uplifting and down swinging
Windows have to be put through
Breathing room
Let the zombies in

I’m cutting through the crowd
Slicing valves
Steam engine room
No sauna
Drowning man
Blowing clouds
Pressure release via blunt force trauma