Flagwaver

Written at an odd altitude...

Boom Bust Boom

ahistorical repetitive cycle,

what looms

in starkness?

Steering through a limited window

follow archangel Michael

-empty A300

lift off in darkness.

Hollow

sweep... wide circle

cast a southerly direction

heading towards the SuperHub,

city on its own grid.

Empty sulk of spin

in the night air,

one patriotic flagwaver-

a final tiger flies

freelance.

DEN-MEM

last minute overload

left on a lonely ULD,

some ascend, some descend

on this day of Ignatius

Slow the economic indicator,

pop another speculative bubble.

drop,

drop,

drop heavy demand;

deliver to the last gold mile

the liquidator,

packaged and sorted.

140 in, 140 out!

Swapped coach

to sit next to another type of warbird,

one minute till

world time stops,

crisis after crisis...

Assume the emergency position,

line up grounded with a smile

Molly Mickler to Sydney

to Xenophon.

in this forgotten yale of a paper

with no little plans.

Temperature and moisture

but what content?

The matrix,

all twelve

crumble,

nine with the guardian pod

and a few saved on a feeder

out west past Merlin.

Mooney races the Citation X+

Takeaway Chloe

over the Miracle of Memphis

blue lights stop flashing;

all production centers,

google data, and NASA

freeze world commerce,

splashing.

In a pulse of gloom...

while you sleep

at an even altitude,

Boom Bust Boom