Cabin Pressure

For cigarette prohibition

You, yeah, you
You're with me
We're going to destroy the lavatory smoke detector
or at least tamper with it

the hangover, the Snus, the psuedoephedrine

look at our University system
          our Boeing hangers
          our train tracks

take in the cloudscape
the world's sidereal temple garment
the bleached hurricane paper shredlets

elementry foliage, forclosed canopy
that we figured was too big to fail

The authorities report that Mr. Polanski
must remain in his Swiss chalet

"Remain in your Swiss chalet Polanski!"

Mr. Polanski confessed to giving a 13 year old girl
Quailudes and then raping her in the ass while she cried

"Remain in your Swiss Chalet Mr. Polanski"

FYI, I'll be fighting you for your flotation device
in the event of a water landing

the storm extends its Dracula phalanges
the vapor becomes something countable

I wonder: "How many Barack Obamas high am I?"

the visible world again, the final descent
understanding everything shares the bend
the arterial infastructure
the outlying mountains, found earthworks
Graphite romantics, the subjects of screens savers
the shared logos of forgettable things
                           of summers
                           of worms
of the moving sidewalks of life where they've prohibited smoking
for the children
because they eat the future