Pilot’s Love Song
Against the nose
Of your navel
And the flat
Cockpit of your belly
Your pelvic bones
Stick out like a joy-stick
Of a single-seater
I flew long years ago. (more…)
Against the nose
Of your navel
And the flat
Cockpit of your belly
Your pelvic bones
Stick out like a joy-stick
Of a single-seater
I flew long years ago. (more…)
If we had waited, Anjali
You would never have come.
Angel of our deliverance.
And so we drove
A long, long way
Through dusty tracks
Asking directions to your Home. (more…)