Flight Squad #27

Flight Squad #27
Call me in
shoot me
into your
atmosphere of possibility.

In the quiet hush
of stillness
I've kept on my
overgrown red plot
Ph7
I'm leaving
you
my red red plot.
I've earned some
and I've found my spot.

I'm leaving that
Urtica dioca.
Leaving it
to invade
St. John
my spade won't
be on.

A Vasco de Gama
Student, lover, vagrant
everything bad.
Confession
every Sunday
to be had.

Bike to church
in the pitch black.
That's what got me through
all that grimcrack.

Flight Squad #27
crashed in the sand.

No, not you or you or you
or even the party host.
But the trinity
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.