Wednesday, January 23, 2008

O'Hare 6.

Number 6, hurray, hurray for the holidays and for family gatherings. Hurray for happy folk strutting around with their possessions in tow. Hurray for the bums that peed up the bathrooms while you cry in the stall (wink; this never happened, or did it?!)!?

the mountain crawled


our flesh

as we laid

in pools

of rain.

and a dark


tarnished with

dead leaves

on the tarmac.

and a shuttle bus skyline,

and my wife’s face;

O'Hare, kiss off.

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