Peter Krisciunas

Rookie (Naperville, IL)

Your Eyes Are Aircrafts - Poem by Peter Krisciunas

Your eyes are aircrafts
Maybe they're spaceships but I don't know
Your thoughts are air traffic
No air traffic controller could control
And holding your hand is like
Sceeching behind a plane
On the runway
With vision limited by the rain.

We rode that town til dawn
We crashed in my front lawn
I wanna take this town
And turn it upside down
And run around with you
For a day or maybe two
Oh what I wouldn't do
Just to catch that view
And to know just what you know
You're my prized, beloved U.F.O.

My well perfumed, wired, and
Tripped out jet
Your eyes are aircrafts
You love hasn't landed yet

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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