for you know who

... sitting in the blue-band-auckland-streak-express
spilling yellow plastic Sun cups of tea
an seeing no hangups in the sky
(with bent surprise)
but broken pock marked ground
(with the usual resignation)
an kiddin myself to death
that what still lives there is Ok

i saw a jet plane
write L-O-V-E across the universe
in smoke and air

—hilary baxter