I wandered down slick sidewalks,
blades of grass invaded the cracks,
my head tilted back with deep regret,
it seemed like forever,
a crick set deep gripped my neck,
my mind registered only to authenticate our sky's obliteration,
pulsating bursts smothered what was to be heard,
a quick series of grape flavored sonic booms,
I gazed faded but then my eyes awoke,
darting they shifted in flashes as they set in their sockets rinsed,
I was seeing airplanes being swatted out and down from their jet streams,
some crashed across the shadows of giants,
others careened past the horizon's neatly textured lies,
the grass grew fast to harness this orchestration,
concrete riddles caught the pillots safely in their soft marshmallow bellies,
but the giants shadows remained constant,
and the horizon's neatly textured lies always brought a new tide.
