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
Few
Seconds
Copyright 2004 by pauly hart
