Thursday, September 25, 2014

writing a fantastic poem at the airport 
on your phone while waiting for your life
to be over


is not an easy thing to do
well it's really not that hard either i guess
the results vary

there's a guy on tv in a grey t-shirt 
and a baseball cap 
facing backwards

he has a beard
i assume he's a full grown man 
only posing as a small child

the ‘newscasters’ are discussing
the death of a comedienne who passed away 
unexpectedly last week

all of these people are sitting in front of microphones
they must have important things to say
i can only imagine

what am i missing
so much 'news'
all over the world

crazy shit. 
my friend tells me about a boy 
holding a severed head

he saw in the news recently
i see the boy quite clearly in my mind
he is dressed like amal from the christmas play

he has a karate kid style bandana
he's a cute kid who you'd normally see playing baseball or video games
sort of a brunette version of my own son

he’s got a gun strapped to his back
he's covered in dust and grime
he’s finally getting the attention he deserves from these lunatics 

he seems to be surrounded by
the body of the dead man unburied nearby
the corpse's flaccid penis clearly visible

but who is this dead guy?
no idea. some dude. if it was the head of the comediane
i guess the whole country would be more concerned

but it’s not. just some middle eastern looking stranger
a ghost. a prop. no one to concern myself with

here in this airport surrounded by animals

2 comments:

Norma said...

wrote a fantastic poem at the airport on your phone

Jody said...

exactly. sickening, isn't it?

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