two airplanes meet
and fall in love.
 
reason-buzz
decides--
 
& is not true
 
& is not this right.
I am a turnip.
 
Fuff.
 
if it all went up in smoke
all perception would be by smell
 
"you don't trust many people
& the ones you do trust leave"
 
a poem is a fracas
with a poem is a stew