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