TerminalA Poem by EthanBShort poem written at the airport.
Eggshell sky, neon confectionary.
A tip tap tip tap endless cacophony framed the rattle rattle cry rattle sedentary. as it -caws for its provider. Feed me. Distracted. The echoing sentience over the PA. -May the owner of a black BMW please move their vehicle, it’s blocking the way. Tossing back Anadin like a Scotsman with a caber, now Evian, ‘wash it down’ more like rinse out that something flavour. You can take our lives, but you can never take our freedom. That’ll be twenty pounds -bags over forty centimetres. I’m on my own, not alone but alone enough. Enough to hide, hide under the eggshell sky with the ever eternal fluorescent lights. © 2019 EthanB |
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