Descending
By Michael Frey

I was sitting comfortably on an airplane,
until a blonde woman pushed me out
and I fell fast toward earth.

I felt the mighty pull of gravity as
the air blew hard into my face
loudly invading my ears when I turned my head thus.

Soon I could begin to see the land below,
The earth I would shortly collide with.
It was a vast (unusual) corn field.

Unusual, for inside each ear of corn was a
baseball sized red ruby.
And the soil surrounding the corn,
was mined with grenades.

I hoped that after the collision I would be reincarnated
as a red ruby hidden in the corn
and that I would see into death’s dark closet.

To know the strangeness of killing a man in a dark cave
and the secret of two strangers shouting over elevators.

Now my time was up.
I hit the ground, smashing into a thousand pieces.
Then, I was then reincarnated.

I came back as a scrap of paper,
sitting atop someone’s desk.
Written across me was, “hey fucko you wanna play squash tonight?”

Soon I found myself crumpled up by a cold soccer field.
No one to talk with.
Missing my life on the airplane.