Hello all-
So.. I was traveling again this weekend and it was all hectic and stuff, so I couldn't get in a post yesterday or today (technically). But here it is finally. I got a middle seat on a very obnoxious flight. So much to write about.
22B
Between Movement
And Vision,
I have neither.
Both’s passive derision
Implies any improvement.
I’d bide with either.
In forced freedom
From the glass pane
Or the aisle,
I find my simplest bane
Is watching the greed some
People rile.
So simple if they
Could not make me watch
Their little lives
And little hearts blotch
My life. Have I something to say
About how their life drives?
All I hear are dismembered
Words and phrases that
Mean nothing to me.
Tweens scream like a cat
That has just remembered
It is free.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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