Friday, January 25, 2008

O'Hare 9.


The worst hangover I've ever had was on a plane coming back from Las Vegas. I think this poem comes close to my fears at that time. All I wanted was to touch the ground again without hurling all over the woman sat beside me.
Mission accomplished!


9.

I had terrible fantasies

of slamming

hard-

nose-first into the

earth and biting

my tongue

in the crash.

it was nighttime

and

we couldn’t see a

thing.

when the wheel touched

down –

revelation –

we were

home free.

no stopping,

no teeth

ringing.

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