SUPER LATE

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Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Cali's on a Plane

Hey all- So I'm traveling this weekend and I had the privilege of 10 hours of travel time. So that sucked. BUT I got to enjoy how everything looks the same from up on the plane. Yay planes. Maybe not airports.

Seat 7A

Forest smog
Parking bog
Downtown thicket
Wheat field picket
Freeway river
Migraine giver:

Aluminum
Wings and numb
Fingers where
A nap was. There,
My book shakes,
Sickness takes

Motion and
Makes a grand
Adventure out of
Tiny text or
Maybe of a score
Of weak glances.
Only my chances

Of relief are
Small. But then far
Away the ground
Will meet us. Found
Footing. Airport hive.
Airplane dive.