High 
Altitude Bomber
He was on 
a flightless
strafing 
run from Planet
Weird, 
his tie‑dyed
Hard Rock 
Uranus t-shirt
torn, 
grass and mud stained
blunting 
the wild, bright
colors as 
if he'd spent
last 
night being dragged
behind a 
tractor in a
cornfield 
way past
East of 
Eden.
"Say, 
partner, mix me up
one of 
your best High Altitude
Bombers.  I'm 
going to need
lots of 
rocket fuel for a
long 
midnight run."
I didn't 
need to ask what
occupied 
country that flight
might 
take.  His 
cruising
altitude 
was in a stratospheric
ozone 
layer beyond search
lights, 
no topo maps needed
for 
targets, everything was a
primary 
objective in this
comprehensive search and destroy
mission 
of his life.
The 
Afterburner
His interplanetary space 
exploration
party was on the last legs of 
a
journey in the dark, badly in 
need
of fresh supplies, pure 
oxygen, rocket
fuel that might propel them 
beyond
the severe gravitational pull 
of heavenly
bodies doped into a fourth 
dimension
beyond star charts, maps of 
the known
world and what lies on the 
other side,
running on the last alcohol 
fumes at
the bottom of the tank, the 
captain striking
matches in the poorly lighted 
bar, trying to
check the levels of 
intoxicating fluids,
bank notes necessary for a 
fresh supply
of whatever might keep them 
going,
afraid of a crash landing for 
everyone
aboard, a desert planet, 
flash points
of their collective ozone 
layers
flaring briefly before going 
out for good.
Hell Cat
After dark she 
comes
alive, emerging 
from
shadow worlds so 
Un-
earthly, so unreal 
her
skin is almost 
trans-
parent, defined 
by
garments that seem 
to
have no weight, 
no
substance, no 
existence
of their own, so 
that
when she leans 
forward
over the bar to 
accept
a light, she never 
seems
to have been 
anywhere
else, not exactly 
having
arrived so much 
as
simply existing 
wherever
she needed to be, her 
voice
an intaken breath 
held,
unspoken thoughts 
co-
mingling with yours, a 
heartbeat away 
from
suggesting trading 
your
soul for a week of 
endless
nights on the town, 
never
glimpsing the light 
until
debts accrued were to be 
paid.
 
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