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Future Flight

11.29.13 Posted in today's words by

Craig Kurtz is an autistic 54-year-old living at Twin Oaks Intentional Community, where he writes poetry while simultaneously handcrafting hammocks. Recent work appears in Bad Robot, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Hyperlexia Journal, Inclement, Otoliths, Out of Our, Penny Ante Feud, Randomly Accessed Poetics, Red Fez, Samzidat Literary Journal, and other fine journals.

Future Flight
By Craig Kurtz

Such a propitious
start, a bottle-rocket
riff. You’ll need
zigzagging eyes to
savvy her. She flies
w/ theremin flares.

What a fortuitous
way to go, transistor
feathers. Add another
motor, her airport
accommodates comets.
Pretty anomalous.

Serendipitous & now
hear this, she syncopates
with catawampus wings.
You’ll board the confetti
express: extinguish all
presagements, please.

So prodigious, listen up,
she strings silver flames
w/ quasar wire. Take the
escalator, better late
than never, & fasten
your system.


One Response to “Future Flight”

  1. she syncopates
    with catawampus wings.

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