4 min

Sunday Planes Demo Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

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Sunday Planes

Sunday planes
Flying low
Through your hair
Soft and slow
We are alive
Let’s take a ride

Absurdity
Sing to me
There’s still an ambulance
Waiting for me
Beyond another
Dreamt summer

And should we part
Without a goodbye
Know you were more than enough
For a reason why
My faithful skeptic
For the rest of it

I’ll find the sweetness between
Optimism and delirium
In an empire on its knees
No longer high on helium
Without an identity
Beyond the taught and bought
Upon the cereal stained textbook page
Describing the battles we fought

Sunday brain
Power-saving mode
I’ve stopped seeing birds
Flying alone
In the blue Queens sky
Of our collective mind

Ghosts in the street
Serenade me
I’m only writing prayers
No more prophecy
Of the mercurial light
Only redefined night

Ambitions fade
Seasons leave
The flowers grow again
Before the dirt can grieve
In a clearing by the sea
Where you once held me

I’ll lean on the abstract read
Of my most contradictory components
I have little use for attention seeking
‘Nor fetishizing aloneness
If that passes for dignity
Then hell, sign me up
I’m always somewhere in the multiverse
Singing about love

Sunday Planes

Sunday planes
Flying low
Through your hair
Soft and slow
We are alive
Let’s take a ride

Absurdity
Sing to me
There’s still an ambulance
Waiting for me
Beyond another
Dreamt summer

And should we part
Without a goodbye
Know you were more than enough
For a reason why
My faithful skeptic
For the rest of it

I’ll find the sweetness between
Optimism and delirium
In an empire on its knees
No longer high on helium
Without an identity
Beyond the taught and bought
Upon the cereal stained textbook page
Describing the battles we fought

Sunday brain
Power-saving mode
I’ve stopped seeing birds
Flying alone
In the blue Queens sky
Of our collective mind

Ghosts in the street
Serenade me
I’m only writing prayers
No more prophecy
Of the mercurial light
Only redefined night

Ambitions fade
Seasons leave
The flowers grow again
Before the dirt can grieve
In a clearing by the sea
Where you once held me

I’ll lean on the abstract read
Of my most contradictory components
I have little use for attention seeking
‘Nor fetishizing aloneness
If that passes for dignity
Then hell, sign me up
I’m always somewhere in the multiverse
Singing about love

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