74 Airport Eternity

and another minute had passed again.
And another language I only ever hear
at an airport. And my companion only ever
complains… stiff, expensive; the banana is green.
But Frankfurt is better than CDG,
which in turn eclipses Heathrow.

Her hijab, with gold sequins, looks like Chanel in Beirut.
Her sari looks like walmart in New Jersey.
Beautiful faces on bodies denied respect.

The rest are faceless, tasteless, barely worth
of regard or derision.  Random. Photographic
memories erased before being backed up.
A t-shirt logo: “Chaotic, more like psychotic”
on a german speaking asian girl explains everything
while revealing nothing. She tries to eat her half
chicken dinner, with a plastic fork.

Behind me, Sandra H collects all her receipts,
“…you know that receipts create a path?”

73 Toxic Mould

You’re relatively safe…
when wet.
Doing the thing.
Growing; spreading
with your love. Finding
new homes
for your spores.

72 Gasp

Breath, as if your life depended on it. Do it. Do it now!

Breath in slow, long draughts from an endless font,
as if to fill a soul infused with many poisoned vapors.
Breath to defuse inhaled horrors of error and regret,
to erase time and worry, to erase what is gone.
Breath my breath, and only of my breath

71 solitary evil

There is only one evil in the world
and it is you. What have you done?
Done today, to lessen evil.
What gesture taken to succor
the plight of someone you don’t know?
Someone you don’t care about.
Someone in need. If you are not
a savior, you are a satan.

And satan is all about me.

“Tango at the BoomBoomRoom”

Bible Warning

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