Eating My Pillow, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Mumblings about exits, and floatation devices
I’m a sardine, flat as printer paper
13 hours of this till it’s over?

Rumble jostle, steep upward slope
Almost an Apollo rocket launch
Yet to have lost my lunch

Back seat entertainment, there isn’t enough
To distract me from my biggest fear
Not James Bond, Or Big Bang Theory

Bling ding, the light goes on
Already there, not going anywhere
But sudden weightlessness

So brief, then TUMP BUMP,
BUMP, bump, bump, ditto
Feels like a fishtail slide too

Is there a barrel roll coming?
Slow shivers rattle
Like a wooden coaster

Never mind flight crew
I will skip the beef stew
On my pillow I will chew.
(end)

My health issues won’t allow me to fly anymore. But my biggest fear was turbulence. It says a lot about jet design to handle it, but also pilot skill. Even flying being the safest form of travel, the violent bumping of turbulence gets to me every time.