The Beginning of

imperfect words disguised as poem
humanity bites the back of inhumanity
as poem takes off (with clear disregard
regarding edges) launches and flies
prior to de-icing fragile
wings that appear so infallible
until surrendering into great shudders
with a wobble of instruments poem begins
to tumble over itself somersault and leap
until all of the passengers dressed
as words we carry within begin to
scream panic hit the roof
as poem continues to hurtle out
of control nosedives towards hard land

now only one remains calm
reads the morning paper
in seat 13A
unbraced for impact