Terminal Musings

Finding my way

Hey Hottie

Feel her hand before I hear her.

“Hey hottie” –
and gone before the words register.

I turn, and suddenly there are limbs everywhere: her’s, her friend’s; in the air and on the floor. Fat white ass escapes chiffon cell, thigh from o’er-strained hose.

High price for a joke.

July 5th, 2015

Marooned

A scrape, a tear – and we are down again. Abandoned
by the sky; corporeal once more. Taxi – slow – then line along a plane
marooned on lanes of light
blinking,

Yellow. Blue.
Yellow. Blue.

June 28th, 2015

Comfortably Numb

There is no pain – you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon…

— Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd

April 21st, 2015