Jet Plane - Teddy Hyde

With a fluttered gasp, the engine murmurs and stutters

And guzzles gas with the thirst of a lover

A cluttered past never serves bread and butter

Just a pack of peanuts for the worst of your hunger

Mile highway hypnosis

The road to sky-cosis

I erode as I coast it

Erratic scissors cut through mass hoards of crude fog

Scored by static whispers of the dashboard jukebox

A past envisioned by a post-war freight dog

Displays his absent mission as his boat soars AWOL

Wings dance a clumsy tango with the rain

Wringing hands numb from wrangling the reins

A sinking glance softly angling toward terrain

I might just scream out, scream out

The mind is like a taxidermy bird you’ve gotta clean out

Oh, I just gotta let loose, get clean

Oh, time is like a tiger-lion hybrid tryna' catch me

Thunder clatters after flashes like timpani

Raucous flocks of bellowed breath heave the heavy ship to sleep

Broken windows sing a shattered glass symphony