White Lines
I see white lines streak across the blue sky.
I am reminded of lines of nose candy,
we snorted off the Galaga video game screen.
The jets sweep around behind the etchings,
My eyes trying to track them while,
inhaling star powder into my Temple.
Light shoots out of my orifices,
I am a god, a superhero faster then light.
I soar past the atmosphere,
up high, so high.
I tumble to Earth,
broken, battered and used.
I hold up my 90 days token,
to block out the sky
and my desires for loft aspirations.
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