At this height
The clouds pretend to be islands.
The captain promises
85 degrees and clear skies.
The man beside me
Plays an outer space game
On his cell, manipulating buttons.
He is busy saving the universe.
Between huge blanket of black clouds
and ragged graymouth of cityscape
Eye of green morning light
Wind raking bay (thunder hum) thrashing voice
of branches & leaves
Worlds pass
More worlds
Pause
Square-jawed short-nosed blond cheetah people.
Cute cat guys with fair skin and square chins
who might stretch out
on a scratching-post type couch displaying paw hands,
straight-tooth grins and curvy bicep arms.
Soft messy spikes of champagne hair.
Look at the trees:
so many of them
slowly dying. Their thick,
sensible skin covered
by a yellow, musky
substance, penetrating
with long threads