December 15, 2011

Shenzhen Port Authority

I have nothing to declare no goods,you can plainly see.
I have no duty to pay, no contraband, & no refugee.
My papers are good, my visa correct please let me on my way.
My flight is leaving soon & still an hour away.
Oh dear China imagination/customs personal,
I just thought I'd let you know, your crossing is to me, half hour in-Hell.

December 6, 2011

Flights of Fancy

Dearly beloved United flight 869

Endless as the Oceans, stubborn as the Sea.
Oh would, that this tin box, please, carry me?
Oh would that your dear wings, hold fast to your frame,
Or that your troubled engines, would stop spitting flames?
Oh how can I trust, your doors to stay shut,
or whether your radio...this time, makes the cut?
This I suppose, I will count as grace.
stranded in San Fran for days at a space.

Flights of Fancy #1

Over the Arctic

Tundra, oh frost of many names.
How many mlies do you pile high?
Do you count your endless days?
Do you sit cold & wonder how far it is to spring?
Do your northern lights & glaciers lament, or do they sing?
Do you ever wish to move somewhere, where permafrost will thaw?
Oh' how I do hope you are, content... the beauty that you are.

Stacked right to the Sky