Gravity Sux
By Louise Gettman - (louisegettman@usa.net)

                Rolling down the runway
                Blood pumping faster
                Fabric wings leap to the sky
                Of which I try to master
                My heart clutches the feeble air
                And strains to be the breeze
                Tearing at the gravity
                That brings me to my knees

                It should be we're self-sustained
                By our own floating power
                Disdain this mushroom earth of mud
                Where lesser men just cower
                But we throw our ships thru clouds
                Like dirty metal toys
                Recklessly abandoned
                Report to fate no more

                Mechanics hands should shape-shift
                Without a welding rod
                Pilots should be airborne
                Without the slightest nod
                As an un-zippered sun-goddess
                I gamble everything
                To roll and spin my heart's desire
                Forever in the wind

                I know my will is stronger
                Than physics and gray matter
                And I won't fall from the sky
                Like bird shit's gentle splatter
                If I become the unfeathered cure
                No man has dreamt thus far
                I'd kiss you in a winged blur
                And leave you as you are

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