5 g0 (49 m/s2)

I was a pilot in one of my imagined roles.
My engine was all of my organs.
I was a gasping thief, a born again explorer,
the sky was as wide as my mouth and
Hinted shapes.
Red was the canyon. White, the moutain mule.
I corkscrew – I nosedive
cuz only the bored live in straight lines.
I believe movement is only acceptable if you
completely unhinge. Popping all your joints,
exposing your ankles.
Crushed by a couple G’s
Celebrating near death.


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