Beneath countdowns and gate numbers we,
Steal trolleys from stacks and,
Race around the polished empty floor,
Awaiting delays and,
Drinking starbucks,
Past the people laid out, horizontal, on seats
Morguelike, or how tv has told us morgues look.
And these desks could be mountains,
And the strip lighting sky.
And after we ride around,
Like children.
Like younger brothers.
We lie on the ground.
Hoping for it to turn to grass.
Trying to forget where we are going
Concentrating
On Waiting.
For nothing at all.
Like we used to be able to do.
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September 18th, 2008 at 1:44 am
James
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October 7th, 2008 at 5:07 am
James
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