we're in the air
and my stomache is only slightly behind me
the roar of the engines washes over me
my ears have not yet popped
i stare out of the window
at the world falling away
and i think of how little people are
and how big they are
each one containing a universe
a god, fully-fledged and all-powerful
and here i am, transporting mine
all the way to the new world
through the clouds and beyond the horizon
we are now thirty thousand feet away from the human condition
although not far enough to escape entirely
a tension oozes out so i push my seat back
the screams of infants and the farts and sneezes and snores
are all muffled in the lowered pressure
bad smells are softened and it doesn't matter what the food tastes like
we are all equal here, prisoners of fate
the next port is inconceivably far away
and i wonder what i will do when i get there
who i will be, and how i will convince myself and others
that i'm still me
my cultural backpack weighs way more than my luggage.
-
the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
-
for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.