If I Lived On A Plane

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If I lived on a plane,
I hope I don’t sit in front of an exit row.
A seat that can’t recline would give my neck a strain.

If I lived on a plane,
I may have to splurge for first class, for
Fashioning tools with plastic cutlery would sure be a pain.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d turn one bathroom into a shower.
Load up on hand soap and use the toilet as a drain.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d do shuttle runs up and down the aisle,
Pull-ups from the exit signs—whatever it takes to train.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d stash every blanket in two overhead bins,
My own secret fort bed to break through the mundane.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d experiment with food options.
Mini-OREO-and-Goldfish-cracker-cereal? Fuel for my brain.

If I lived on a plane,
Things may get a bit crazy. I might shred safety cards
And string’em together with floss—a lion’s mane.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d make a collage of SkyMall products,
Dedicating a mural in the cockpit to The Rock, Johnson comma Dwayne.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d tune every radio to the same station,
Crank the volume, and bust out the Tito’s: a party in the cabin so insane.

If I lived on a plane,
I’d be sure to catch the sunrise each morning.
Kick back to that view from 30,000 feet? Can’t complain.

If I lived on a plane,
It may actually get pretty comfortable.
Lots of new friends and all that…recycled air. On second thought, let’s refrain.

 

Written on January 17th, 2015   |    Tagged: airplanes, flight, poem, poetry

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