Howie Good

Flight

Attempting to trick my mind
into a calmer state,
I visualized my anxious inner self
floating up out of my body –
up past a rooftop billboard
with the message
“Your message here,”
up past fat white clouds
sailing for home
like a fleet of Spanish treasure ships,
up past an abandoned god
who remains crying in bed
under a filthy old blanket,
up and up and up
while the world shrinks
and swells and then pops.

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Howie Good is having one of those days.

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