Today, at the Airport
An anxious mom, frantic,
like we all should be
The blue security people
always look me twice,
a game: Try to tell which people
in front of you
are going to Houston,
or New York
and don’t rely on just the cowboy hats.
In front of me
A middle aged tool (businessman) hitting
on a pretty girl young who lives in Brooklyn,
she’s from the south and you can tell by
the way she keeps a smile, an interested look
The flight attendant was like you look very well dressed today and I was like no, no….so you like living in Brooklyn? say I’m young for my age, some…
Tonight in the Sky
An oil rigger worker sits next to me in sky
says he wants a smoke, a beer, and a shot
when the earth comes up. I agree
Go back to reading about beauty, late
capitalism façades consumer contest one-up-man-ship, houses clothes eessetterra and
There’s a terrible movie on about what “love” is,
And I don’t think it is what these people are saying it is, it is
not
In front of us.
I want to break glass
jump through the tiny air window,
eye-level with the moon, falling through that black cloud horizon
Land with a thud in Ohio
dark, blue, and endless.
Hi Levi, Im SteveSeven from authonomy, I like your poetry and I would like to keep in touch.
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