Instead of Wings
Instead of Wings
I'll take a minivan or 4x4 SUV to
conquer all the muddy roads and icy peaks
Got too many places to go, and too many people to carry:
two young boys, a stubborn man,
a recalcitrant cat and an old stinky dog.
Instead of wings
I'll wear my black leather knee high boots
the platform ones with the spike heels
I've never been an angel
never wanted to be
got too many dances pent up in my bones
to fly serene right now
got too many sexy walks and
smoky voiced conversations still to have
before I'll be content to fly.
Instead of wings
I'll fly second seat in my lover's
turbine jet helicopter
I'll dial in the altimeter
pour the coffee
watch the gauges and
the ground moving under my feet
I don't have time for wings,
lovely as they are
I have too much to carry
too much to do
see
feel
you can keep them for now
I'm not used up yet down here.
October 2010