Jane

Brazzaville

I miss you dear 
It’s quiet up here 
Lost in the troposphere 
At dawn 
Hurricane clouds appear 
Roll on… 

An April storm 
Yamamba clones 
Lost in the troposphere 
At dawn 
Hurricane clouds appear 
Roll on… 

Asteroid fields 
Comets and mangosteen 
Vapor trails 
Lost on a lonely beach 

Televised 
The old transmission flaw 
Empty eyes 
With no place left to go 
Lost in the troposphere 
At dawn