Terminal C

I took notice of my own smile, just enough of a coffee buzz

Clear nasal passages don’t take for granted the cool smelling air. Deep breath.

Cordial eyes assisting one another suitcase duties on an airport shuttle bus

Hold your poles we are making a brake pumping turn. I chuckle at the drivers platform shoes.

I hear a southern drawl in a smokers voice, a mention of crabapples and it all brings me back to 1980. Grandma. I catch my reflection in the window under a Geico sign and I look good, one piece of hair falling down my forehead and no bags under my eyes. Hi.

And southern woman, she speaks about

Did she say that hello I heard. She.

I look back quickly that direction and see no one is speaking, just the usual zombies eating worms, drifting this way. That. Glowing faces from their connections never here in this scene just tuned into iPhone reality. We are alone desperately

The bus begins it’s click click click ascent about to crest the hill for a 50 foot drop my knees literally give way. What did I hear no one say my hearts palpitation and someone whispers my name

Lisa, in the open field, laughs at the waving flowers

and cowers not at the buzzing…… of a bee, even as it kamikazes directly towards


As she watches it race away to a tiny, imperceptible dot….it is replaced by an airplane flying so far above. Her moment of quiet contemplation of where it is heading is interrupted by the stomp a horses front hoof. (Oh yea, need to grab some hay)

I open my eyes
barely with my hands
suddenly frozen shut I can’t hang on as the bus stops
I nearly fall the doors
open so I act quick grab my bag and depart I kneel beside it  holding it feeling it
breathe and count backward 100 99 98 I need to overcome this and get back on
the next bus we aren’t even at Terminal A yet  (Oh yea, need to catch a plane)

and I used to ignore the freaks. Grandma? was her name Lisa? Why am I going to die?

The lone scar state

She sells flowers from a box

Right beside your highway dreams

Along with the souls of the lost

Broken mirrors lipstick queen

Reflecting silenced screams

I took you down to the river

Give you what you came for

Took you down don’t make me wait

Took you down now open zippers

Spit you out don’t like the taste

You’d hesitate

Dollar bills in the gutter

Tattooed veins Marlboro aftertaste

Sewer grate you melt like butter

Into my arms on my scarred old face

I took you downtown

Under neon signs why did you pay

I took you down here don’t make me wait

I took you downtown

Now pay the man what do you say

You took me down here. Let’s play your game

At the side of these roads

The truckers drop their loads

In the beds of highway homes

These fuckers crop her hopes

She sings her song now

So sing along loud

She slings he arm out

She shops for dope

32000 feet and falling

Juxtaposed with gatherings hotel breakfast death
Rinos feasting hall of strangers. Eating powdered eggs
And Mr and Mrs talking head
spewing opinions spraying lead
Teaching how things should be said
Collect the bullets count the fed

Another racial jest. Another cat in a tree
Another overpaid or politicized
Or dead celebrity.

The quiet neighbor was the nicest guy he loved dogs loved his AR-15

These are not my people. This is not my scene. This all a big old scam. Instead of news


Jet engines fail when people believe their gods are on TV.

No GPS signal

I always need. Knew you’d change

Lie in reverse like a butterfly you’ve

Lost your wings

How do I find the way

When what’s left is right inside my veins

You can’t fly to god

If you can’t walk to. Me. Talk. More

I put flies in and closed the jar

Watched them drop to the floor

Orchid. Rose. A rope

Petals I supposed

She loves me. Knot

Tied the loose

Maggots become whores

Poke a hole and breathe

Life full of scores

What’s the cost

I don’t like the song on the radio so I turn it off

And you just keep on talkin like there’s nothing lost