Plane Time

I dreamed a silicon chip looked like an Aztec mask,
a great yawning blackness where a mouth should be.

A dying vampire awoke in a pool of perspiring blood
cared for by a young woman with a baby.

A Dallas waveform appeared.
A shine on Bachman Lake, sun sparks on oil floating?

The flight is filled with a cargo of ruby, gold, and platinum passengers.
Overhead bins are closed to inquiry.

Red safety cards are hidden in seat pockets.
A bearded lady walks down the aisle.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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