(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

fungus flight

i dreamt that i was in
a rectangular aircraft
stubby dorsal fins
floor-to-ceiling windows

whoosh

the sudden liftoff winded me:
queasy guts lag behind
free-fall rollercoaster bones

you're terrified
you're exhilarated

six other planes
take off
perpendicular
to our runway
crisscrossing into
an almost collision

you miss them by a hair's length

you're fired out of a cannon
the clouds ahead are grey vortex
you're in an empty field
clouds far below

the massive insides
of the mushroom-gilled
barrel jet engines
consume purple and yellow
shiny balloons

one after another
like looping gifs
more balloons keep rising
sucked into engines

you're worried the balloons
might clog the engine

what if we crash?

instead you see
giant bouquets
of greenwhite almost-flowers
expanding like bushes of fungus
from the exhaust
behind you

the almost-flower bushes
rapidly wilt and decay
into revolting
yellows and browns
before pulsating
rejuvenated
outward again

a mockery of life and death
keeping the vessel afloat

you never land,
do you?