Around 5:30am a plane takes off inside my head
It is just up there in my skull sky.
I view it as if it is just hanging there but I know that it is making its way across the day.
At 9am a man calls.
He calls me by my first name even though he doesn’t know me
The plane dives down
He says things that sound like I should know him.
The plane makes an arc and returns to its previous elevation
He begins to sound as if I owe him something.
The plane drops down into a curvy
After these “pleasantries” he begins to fish around the something for nothing pond.
The plane does a series of quick maneuvers.
Before the R is complete I have given him a price that would make Solomon wince.
The phone makes that sweet dial tone sound and the plane continues on straight ahead across the skull sky.