IT WAS A NIGHT WHEN FLIGHT HADN'T YET BEEN INVENTED
He had a face
like a FOR SALE
sign that
had been there for ever
with the kind of moustache
that smart-aleck kids
would draw upon
a poster of the Mona Lisa.
His eyes were kind of Dalísh
as when the great painter
announced his
own greatness.
Behind him
a yellow half-moon
posed
perched upon his head
as if it was his
own peculiar particular pet
otherwise he was
nondescript
a no-one
that no one would notice.
An announcement announced
that the flight to Dublin
would be delayed
indefinitely.
Outside the snow was
impossible.
It was a night
when flight
hadn't yet been
invented
and only snow
took to the air.
I only noticed him
because a tear
silently and slowly
trickled down
his left cheek
and hung suspended there
for a century it seemed
before falling on the book
before him
that he wasn't reading
only holding as if
in defence against the world
and I wondered what
his grief was.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
IT WAS A NIGHT WHEN FLIGHT HADN'T YET BEEN INVENTED
He had a face
like a FOR SALE
sign that
had been there for ever
with the kind of moustache
that smart-aleck kids
would draw upon
a poster of the Mona Lisa.
His eyes were kind of Dalísh
as when the great painter
announced his
own greatness.
Behind him
a yellow half-moon
posed
perched upon his head
as if it was his
own peculiar particular pet
otherwise he was
nondescript
a no-one
that no one would notice.
An announcement announced
that the flight to Dublin
would be delayed
indefinitely.
Outside the snow was
impossible.
It was a night
when flight
hadn't yet been
invented
and only snow
took to the air.
I only noticed him
because a tear
silently and slowly
trickled down
his left cheek
and hung suspended there
for a century it seemed
before falling on the book
before him
that he wasn't reading
only holding as if
in defence against the world
and I wondered what
his grief was.
