the airplane
i am in a box
faced with my mortality
let me out- ALIVE
carbonated
drinking ginger ale
burning his mouth and throat hot
i think he will burp
full bladder
every little bump
shaking me inside and out
i need to go pee
baby in front of me
sleep little blue eyes
awake on the other side
you will be set free
it's 5 o'clock somewhere
it's not even noon
living it up in first class
a drink for the nerves
what?
ReplyDeletelove your uncle stephen
oh, now I get it
ReplyDeleteyou are writing poetry
Haiku..you are cool!