#jetlag
Sitting at a table for one watching the wind
Me alone with my many, many whims
Curry and steamed rice
And jet lag, lagging behind
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
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So, how's it going?
Did you end up in those arms you kept talking about?
Did she see you on the airport all jet-lagged,
all baffled, standing in the passenger area, jam-packed.
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So, you didn't know?
She was lying on the runway, waiting for you.
Her heart pre-packed,
ready to get hijacked.
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The differences between you and her,
7 hours to **** the time,
5092 miles away, still committed a crime.
...
June 3rd marks the day,
on which the newspaper says nothing,
cause nothing ever happened, you just went away.
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So, what about your dreams?
She kept them for you, tucked away in a suitcase,
ready to run off with you in plain sight,
but your plane never reached this side.
...
You never even took off to be exact,
guess your bag wasn't intact,
and matter of fact,
I think honest will is what it lacked.
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So, whatever, right?
It's not like,
it's all pointless anyway.
That's what you'd say.
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Doesn't matter that it meant a whole lot,
she might spend 7 hours more to untangle the knot,
and has to walk 5092 miles to get back the full heart she got,
before she met a stranger who spoke of her arms,
and made her built an airport inside of her palms.
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So, how's it going?...
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
A beautiful night
With a Milky way up head
No terms and conditions
A synchronized pace
Virtuous silence
Easing the mind,
Scarlet memories
Consolidated reality,
Distance vanishes aside
Contentment calls
Nerves under alert
Unplanned dreams
Day, next
Jet lag on awake
Exploring the sense
Confessing Dream catcher
Being true to the self
Let’s never awake
Sunset to sunrise
Mastering an art,
Human compassion
Crafting dreams
One can be either way,
A reality or a dream.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
My jet-lagged self sleeps early,
wakes early, sleeps again, reads.
Having watched one movie too many over summer
I relish the sounds designed above- a click
of a door handle, bare warm socks gliding
across wooden floor, the scrunch of toothbrush
against the rusting metal straightening yellowing teeth,
the few lone cars across the street, that hazy
early sound that only light can make as it
becomes aware of itself in my dorm room. What
kind of camera lens would make this moment more
livable and is it already dead?
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
The feeling I had
When I crossed
The time you loved me
To the time you left me.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
Around the bend, baggage claim.
The carousel comes around again.
I try to find the ones my own,
I see the first as it comes down.
This first one, small, so quaint, so plain.
Carries all of my pain...tings.
The second slowly drifts across,
I'm glad that this one was not lost.
A medium size bag with a tiny hole,
It carries the remnants of my soul..dier memorabilia.
Two more bags I await, the next one appears at the gate.
Another smaller bag that is beat up, and tattered within.
If opened you would find all my sin...icle comics that I
collect.
As I wait for my final bag.
Hours pass as times drags.
I ask where it may have gone,
I'm told it was lost before the plane had flown.
Saddened with this news alas.
For that final baggage held my past...els.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC