In An Aeroplane Poem by Anthony J. O.

A dream drifts through the night,
Molested by lewd, lilac vapors.
Purpose puts its readiness into my ribcage.
Yet flashes of gravity pull me back into triteness.

Inertia creeps;
When all I want is for you to grasp the sunrays with me.
I secretly hope you can provide this favor.
Our mutual veil repulses me, but it serves as my crutch.

My dear dream – delusional dream,
Please do not haunt these premises.
Torment those who are sleeping.
The unconscious mind will not suffer like mine.

Fill me instead with Utopia –
A vision of the Neutral Milk Hotel,
Where I will admire the silvery gleam on your neck while you sleep.
Don’t wake me – or distantly close we shall remain.