Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Notes From Departures

Little kids on a leash coming off a stuffed-monkey's ass
Attached to the hand of glassy eyed parents
With white-knuckle grips around their coffee and brood.

Tittering teenagers acting too old before they even know
What being out on their own is really about.
Mom and Dad's plastic is in their pockets, searing white hot.

Dead-eyed co-pilots with the Thousand-Yard Stare
When not checking needles and flipping switches
They focus on the clouds until they see white blots while blinking.

Heavy-tattooed hipsters catching the Red Eye latte
On the last flight out to some festival with a band they envy.
Their soon to be white skin burned black and crispy.

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