I took a dip in the sky
From 10,000 feet, out of a perfectly good airplane

I wanted to feel what a bird feels
On its way to sudden death

Skywalking... diving... air tripping
You don’t even breathe
You don’t need to

At so many feet per second per second
The world is so small up there

And then you pop
Whiplash of the groin

There are two kinds of parachutes you know
Good ones and others

I got a good one this time

With the jump masters away I am free
Floating, flaring, banking, cells open

Take the worst car crash
The best orgasm
And the exhilaration from watching your favorite trilogy

And you have not yet begun to touch

The raw supple cutting caressing beautiful angst and pain

Of those



Copyright 2004 by pauly hart