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A Middleaged Man Who Was... by ~tk-nvme:icontk-nvme:








A Middleaged Man Who Was Only Twenty-Two Comes Crashing Down From The Sky



Pilot, pilot your way down.
Crash burning into the field
And let the rain wash the blood
Away. Run to the shed, steal some hay
For your bed. Wrap your wounds,
Pat down the hair on your bonny
Head. You must remain precious.


©2005-2009 ~tk-nvme
:icontk-nvme:

Author's Comments

Full title prefaces the poem. For your refereces: bonny - slang in Ireland and England in the 19th century that basically means to be attractive.

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:icon404error:
The title is nearly half as long as the piece! LOL.

For some reason this reminds me of that scene in Shrek 2 where he and his clan crash in some farmer's barn and practically get raped by his daughter's the next morning. But somehow I don't think that's what you were going for ;).

It feels intentional, and somewhat desirable; unpleasant and terribly risky, but somehow the abandon of it serves some as-yet-undetermined purpose.

Now I'm going off on weirdass 'if we were all pilots at once, that'd be fun' sort of tangents, so I'm going to turn my brain to a different channel.

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:iconcataplasia:
Is the pilot in nazi germany... you could twist my world and say it was in England and the pilot was german. This doesn't really give a historical context and I think its more of metaphor for surviving a entanglement with some type. He has to be hiding because he is in forgein territory. That's the only reason he would use a barn to make a bed. Great read.
:iconcataplasia:
Is the pilot in nazi germany... you could twist my world and say it was in England and the pilot was german. This doesn't really give a historical context and I think its more of metaphor for surviving a entanglement with some type. He has to be hiding because he is in forgein territory. That's the only reason he would use a barn to make a bed. Great read.
:iconcataplasia:
Is the pilot in nazi germany... you could twist my world and say it was in England and the pilot was german. This doesn't really give a historical context and I think its more of metaphor for surviving a entanglement with some type. He has to be hiding because he is in forgein territory. That's the only reason he would use a barn to make a bed. Great read.
:iconcataplasia:
Is the pilot in nazi germany... you could twist my world and say it was in England and the pilot was german. This doesn't really give a historical context and I think its more of metaphor for surviving a entanglement with some type. He has to be hiding because he is in forgein territory. That's the only reason he would use a barn to make a bed. Great read.
:iconcataplasia:
holy shit that's alot of fuck ups... damn these computers, i thought the thing was just slow and i had to hit the submit like three to four, to about six billion times. my bad cuzzzz.
:iconkneenay:
middle aged at 22? as if he can see the crash coming and is looking for somewhere to lay low to let his wounds and his psyche heal among the peace and quiet of somewhere he's never been...

an enjoyable, thought provoking read as always :love:

--
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

Emily Dickinson
:iconinfrunitas:
aye, I have to agree with casa on this one. It's more for the thought provoking sequence (which I'm diggin).

--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb

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