Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Pass me in the night,
with coming and going,
neither explained or denied
through the air when
you  pass clumsly
to fall into another seat,
closer to the aisle,
door, bathroom,
those four awkward seats
in the back with no arm rests,
no space, leave me with your perfume
and a nod of your head,
It doesn't matter, after all
I'm waiting for the overweight,
tiny coal-eyed man behind you,
shouting to himself
and planning his escape.

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