From the roof <br />of the pavilion I’m taking <br />off <br /> <br /> <br />somewhat sadly <br />gliding <br /> <br /> <br />a sailplane coming loose <br />singing above the dawning soft <br />shoulders of the <br />city <br /> <br /> <br /> clinging banks <br /> swinging schools <br /> <br /> <br /> buses <br /> with comic-strip characters <br /> along the home <br /> ground streets of <br /> a distended wet-nurse <br /> <br /> <br /> no heaven <br /> above your bed <br /> female city but <br /> burning in your <br /> gutter a voluptuous <br /> sun <br /> <br /> <br />your men <br />collect valuable art <br />out of bins <br />after the fancy-dress <br />party of the <br />night<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sailplane/
