why am i in a jetplane bombs dropping
buffeted on updraft of ghosts from the fields
wings genteel rolling stolen beats
land far below golden remote
birdover cloudocean doors soaring
explosives infraready jewels to confetti
magic aluminum jeta spoiling sunshine and rain
speed bending flying stars into time
gliding near world top in heaven trip
tender joystick down through whirl wind
mind state perfect military tweaking vision
making money right
because i like my killing washed and clean
