I dreamt once that I could fly

I dreamt once

that I could fly 

into the light 

of the coal black night

and I had wings

made of my fat arms

and I had hair 

like a beautiful queen 

scraggled behind me

whipped up by the steam 

by the burning cold air

from the grey below 

such a grey below - 

why don't humans grow? - 

and a tarmac blow -

I'm forever dreaming. 

The End

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