(i.E. A Sudden, Stark Outburst) Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner

(composed while flying out of Berlin)

dim street colors
like brown barley rooftops
coat the sky;
at night the churning breath
of airplane engines
clogs, chokes, constricts.
and

then
a wet, whistling cry,
like the denouement
of an old age;
at night we fly right by
the city's picture show:
women. like rags.

dim street colors
clog my eyes
(or are those tears?):
the old age has passed
away, like old age to death.

O tell, will it ever return, resurrect?