Sleep

You wake up at the next airport, and you only have the energy to go through security, passport control, and get on the next plane again. The same song about the world collapsing right before your eyes plays in your head over
and over
and over again.
The problem
of a problem
of a problem
that seems impossible to fix.
"Now boarding rows 68 through 51."
Get on another 747, A340, A380, 757, 767 again
and again
and again.
Until it's all second nature.
"Now boarding rows 17 through 1."
And I've been doing this so long,
I have no idea when I left home.
And that song plays over
and over
and over again.
Only enough energy to get you through security, passport control, maybe to an airport cafe, homeland security, whatever. Until you're back at another gate, and back on another plane. Until you fall asleep, and it starts all
over
again.




Words by kata
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Written on 2011-06-23 at 18:43

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Great writing, and I don't mind the O'Shaughnessy quote either.

Thanks.
2011-06-24


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2011-06-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A thoughtful , a poem that says perhaps more that meets the eye. Hence a thoughtful poem.
Ken D Williams
2011-06-23