Weightlessness

High above,
the voices of everyday life.
In the stratosphere where it is calm, neutral.
Besides the lack of oxygen it's peaceful, a place where you mind can lounge against
bubbly little clouds.
The sun shines brighter here.
Almost blinding, you need sunglasses, but you left them down on earth.
aw fuck. haha.
Go down with the wind rushing in your face and pockets of air forming in the insides of your cheeks.
Stop yourself momentary to catch your breath, which seems to be lost amongst the vast volume of air that is all around you.
Lower yourself down and search for those damn glasses.
but you search and search and there are not to be found.
what gives, has someone stolen your prized glasses?
Find them and cut their legs off!
it's pirate season, and they can work the peg legs so don't feel guilty.
keep those legs as a prize in a pickle jar, next to your dead gram gram's ashes.
Your little house of trinkets will soon be a museum wonderland!
where you can charge little ones to expel there imagination onto the floors like vomit!

But remember, take a break in the sky once and a while, where it is whisper quiet and storms can easily avoided.

Bum ba chaaa! drums. drums. drums.
 or maybe a sexy sexy saxophone?