Yeah, the final poem in the O'Hare audio series. I feel like celebrating. Me and Jeff will be out under the bridge chugging boxes of wine tonight! Yeah! I'd like to thank nature, United Airways, the Christmas holiday season, O'Hare airport, and especially Jesus Christ for making all this wonderful poetry happen. Yeah, man, jazz hands!
11.
who could sleep in times
like these,
Sam Gladd thinks
high in the sky on
that blue airplane.
he got to ride up
in that cloud
kingdom.
loops of white crest
crashing low
fields of cumulous
poppy.
I could be king of
the world,
he thinks.
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