Friday, January 25, 2008

O'Hare 11.

Yeah, the final poem in the O'Hare audio series. I feel like celebrating. Me and Jeff will be out under the bridge chugging boxes of wine tonight! Yeah! I'd like to thank nature, United Airways, the Christmas holiday season, O'Hare airport, and especially Jesus Christ for making all this wonderful poetry happen. Yeah, man, jazz hands!


who could sleep in times

like these,

Sam Gladd thinks

high in the sky on

that blue airplane.

he got to ride up

in that cloud


loops of white crest

crashing low

fields of cumulous


I could be king of

the world,

he thinks.

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