Tree-dotted land
like a Lichtenstein print
as banking over Barajas
I try to glimpse the Bernabeu
I think of Julie
and our dot-filled night
her face in close-up
tearsplashed cheek
lips a lateral heart
my indigo hair in profile
chiselled nose strong jaw
We gotta end it Johnny right now
Zeros coming in at twelve o'clock
cockpits hazy behind propeller circles
kerpow kerpow kerpow BAM!