Sixth Continent - The Blue Aeroplanes

Dollar boy and biscuit girl

mix worlds.

I’m included,

I’m honoured.

Where’s the premise?

that birds fly home

and death’s roost is right here.

We make a trinity and jump.

Right, that’s our pyramid, there, fixed.

Then I met Scully and the Green man

with his six children,

one for each eight weeks.

We dring healths and star the hunt up

amid the usual ceremonies.

You can see us there, jumping

One day I was foxed and caught,

became a plough.

Driven to work, I shaped

the fields to say land.

Do crops grew but the marks are there,

to your right hand and very bright

Driven at last across

the whole country, I was a trace

of lines, past mines and villages,

I was a map of the new.

Some of us are routes,

some destinations, some turned to

self-defeating circles,

but I’m a new constellation to learn.

There’s something in the way of that star,

The light doesn’t get here.

We was

kick step tailed and sierra balled

that high!

was never worn down

or worn out — here’s why

was up all day night

weekend trip union

was gloved honey

was I

were you?

Bomb goddess mulch kitten

& letter child

was never stood up

or stood down

that wild!

was always out gone

far around and there

was quick honey

was I

were you?

was emptied and destined

sent cared and determined

was never put down

or put out

that early!

was kept sealed