a few more words..

Another poem, also following my flying experiences… I don’t want you to think I don’t enjoy flying..

2006-08-03 16.27.02

A different sort of flying; our old dog Blitz with the Lawyer.

Flight (2)

 

Somehow the sense of entrapment

Is increased by the narrowness:

The seats

For size zero models,

With asylum constraints,

Legroom

 For amputees,

Aisles

 For crabs,

Toilets

For forward entry

And reverse exit

And no manoeuvres.

Seat trays

Set to garrotte.

The food is swaddled,

The entertainment grips

Your head

And somewhere

Constant, unremitting

Gas

Pours in.

It can’t be air

In this man made sheaf.

Hissing, fizzing, buzzing

Pressing in.

It’s all part of this holding down

Pressing in.

This pressure.

On your face

Your hair,

Inside your ears.

In your mind

In your sleep.

They even seek your dreams.

But no system of restraint is perfect.

Behind your eyes you watch as

They smile and continue the communal fiction

Of a safety record better

Than any transport system,

Whisking you with bland encouragement

And a narcotic safety demonstration

To your destination.

Behind your eyes

You feel the minus 60 outside

Your sense the forward rush at 500 miles an hour

Your sway at the giddy altitude of

35,000 feet.

It may happen rarely

But when it does

You don’t count the survivors.

We all play along.

If we didn’t

We’d all need stronger stomachs,

And a tighter sphincter.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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10 Responses to a few more words..

  1. willowdot21 says:

    So true Geoff, it is not my favourite pass time either

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Helen Jones says:

    Oh Lord, Geoff – you really captured the awfulness of it 😀 Nicely written.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Mick Canning says:

    Lordy, no, Geoff. No one would ever think you didn’t like flying after reading that!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Well, that’s it! No more world adventures for me!!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. No wonder I hate flying so much!

    Liked by 1 person

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    Are you preparing to fly? 🙂

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