110.
August 20, 2010 (fri., to homeport DC)
Street cleaner revving
Bull at the top of the block
Ten to eight-- rushing
Threadbare army-wear
Dry-cleaner bagged, olive pressed
Black jeans' embroidered
James Dean turned up cuffs
Vulnerable barefoot strut
Slip at the airport
Torn lace, holding breath
Ritual while boarding plane
Forgotten, hood up
Crashing cloud cover
Slept through in widow's weeds
A flight unrecalled--
The very best kind
Convinced one dreams most
Deeply, slips through some cosmic
Crochet (crotch) after take-off
Always startled to land
Sure i'd dreamt my real life
Scared to find myself
Seatbelt'd and so small
week16: 1, 2, 3, 4
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD
Street cleaner revving
Bull at the top of the block
Ten to eight-- rushing
Threadbare army-wear
Dry-cleaner bagged, olive pressed
Black jeans' embroidered
James Dean turned up cuffs
Vulnerable barefoot strut
Slip at the airport
Torn lace, holding breath
Ritual while boarding plane
Forgotten, hood up
Crashing cloud cover
Slept through in widow's weeds
A flight unrecalled--
The very best kind
Convinced one dreams most
Deeply, slips through some cosmic
Crochet (crotch) after take-off
Always startled to land
Sure i'd dreamt my real life
Scared to find myself
Seatbelt'd and so small
week16: 1, 2, 3, 4
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD