Lana Del Rey

Match the sun that’s slowly sinking

at the height of afternoon

In the heat of summer evening

Like a phoenix like a chemtrail like a wavelength No

one’s claiming

Don’t tell anyone but

part of my reasoning for taking the flight class was this idea

that if i could become my own navigator- a captain of the sky

that perhaps i could stop looking for direction- from you.

Well, wha

I could have said something but i was quiet

because pilots aren’t like poets

they don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.