Lyrics: “From a Plane” by Dare Dukes
I measure the hours
in paper clips and fluorescent shadows.
The worker ant cowers
to carry out the will of his fellows.
Through the smoked glass,
a concrete sea navigated by sports coups.
O green grass!
Rise up again to mark my escape route.
Chorus:
From a plane it looks like a board game,
California-wide.
A million kinds all summed up the same way,
California-wide.
I have no plan,
not anyway in Powerpoint form.
I am an ape man.
I walk toward shelter and away from storm.
Chorus
I dare not hope up in the air.
Got only minis and compressed oxygen.
I feel the stewardess’s stare.
I’d take her with me
if she wasn’t one of them
I have no plan,
just some ballpoint on my finger bones.
I am an ape man.
I follow my gut to the Forbidden Zone.
Chorus
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