By Thomas Hannah
Artemis
as I’m preying
I think the gravity
of my irrationality
will finally ground me
from this orbiting
when this lumbering
airbus taxis
like a sleepy albatross
stretching her wings
ready to run wild
into the wind
to the water
at the edge of Sydney’s
departing tarmac
only to wait
until the yellow bellies
white knuckles
grit their teeth
before lifting upwards
to the sky
depressurised
to a life
only miles away
but right isolated
close your eyes
& talk quiet
Johnny
nobody will listen
nobody will notice your existence
like a dormant pathogen
malevolent
but too tired for malignancy
remember the shining
I feel like jack Nicholson
only a little more crazy than that
without the cash & Pats on the back
from the way I’ve been acting
I deserve more than a rap sheet
but
I bet
he must have won a Grammy or something
guess who you know is everything
anyways
before I fly this cuckoos nest
I’ll listen to the safety instructions
from the ratcheds carefully
& smile carelessly
only hoping the fucking things falls
to the Pacific
or whatever sea this is
I’m a little weakling
maybe a mid strength will fix things
I’ll order & wait for service thinking
how much I miss you
& all that everything.
Thomas J. Hannah is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism, and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full-length release.
