High above the Kentucky blue grass, you
were letting someone down, turning a
person in, drawing a soul up a path
irredeemable, like so many of
them who bought the drinks when we weren’t paying
attention.  What can I say about a
man who jumps out of a plane with a chute
except that he wants to fall, save himself
over and over, success just the one
opportunity to jump off a cliff
into the updraft, strapped to the strongest
equipment and able to handle a
passenger who’s just dead weight and screaming
his head off, the aerial map of self
destruction wide but not precise in the
details, purposely leaving landmarks to
be discovered by the initiates
who survive and will never forget them.