CHICKEN AIRPLANE SOLDIER

 


An ill wind brings an entourage, and your heart is an autumn garage 

Prepare your plexus for the fist thrown by the punchline atheist 

You can drown down, you can succumb to the tugging tide. You can crawl under the grass and forever hide.

Or you can clench your toes and slay the savage sea, just chicken airplane soldier to attain your apogee.

Nothing makes your present tense as does your run on sentience.

You can find a temporary cure in the complex taste of the calendar 

Makes yourself a Cupid’s arrow for the world, a freewheeling firework with empathy unfurled.

Yes with your open heart you can soothe the savage sea, just chicken airplane soldier right through the vicious debris.

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