Long Duty free Poems

I'd finished work early so I went, to pick the kids up from school
I thought this time tomorrow, we'll all be bathing in the pool
We were travelling tonight on a family vacation to Spain
I put...

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I arrived at the airport, along with my wife
For two whole weeks we'll live the good life
We're flying out today for a break in Italy
The place we've both always wanted to see.

We got through security...

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Hop onboard overthinkers

A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, 
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all...

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“METROPOLIS BLUES”

The elemental wind
curls in from the north east,
sublime salon creations in
disarray, in grimy profusion
inventiveness subsides.
The town clock strikes out,
within ear shot, a bench seat plays
host to a cast of thousands. 
Soon! succulent rotting form...

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Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill
reasons to part quite enormous
reflected in displayed emotions
long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges.
Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales
all activities winding up in a goodbye

From...

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I solemnly received my first toilet auger
As if it were a knight’s well-tempered sword.
It meant I’d passed my ninety-day audition,
And seemed to me a suitable reward.

And so began my tenure working maintenance 
In the nasty...

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This is your last life, so what you don't agree? -
Born to move belongings, hug friends at the gate,
To buy some ibuprofen in duty free,
To nod at giggling Koreans, notice their traits.

This is your last...

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My dearest Yolanda 

           Sending you warm thought and many blessings 
             ...

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A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park, 
and he is waiting for his date. 
As joggers jog and poodles bark, 
the girl's unconscionably late. 

He paces London's crocused heart, 
as traffic booms in Piccadilly: 
he's...

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on auto pilot in slow motion
my conveyor belt keeps moving
on a creaky carousel 
aroused in boredom 
suspended in apathy

a jester on weary shoulders keeps mocking
teasing and picking at scabs

thorny wounds from too much baggage
have abandoned...

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Sometimes music 
takes you away
a few bars of Sebelius 
cuts through the clutter of 
school lunch preparation.
and I'm in the fiords
the soul home 
I've never seen.

I know little of Finland
and  first met Matti 
at...

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I don’t sense that God keeps score -- 
my guess, believing He already 
has enough pollsters and priests for that,
man’s predisposed world of numbers and 
profitable confessions, 

ballot slips and extra altar sips, 
less Jung...

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The libraries are all down sized
The books are being digitized

They all come with audio feed
So, no need to learn to read

Just log in no extra fee
For all of it is duty free

Til but for dust...

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He owned a pet chipmunk named Georgie McGee 
who loved to eat almonds while counting to three 
little by little he inched his way in 
nuzzling sweetly right up to Quinn 
who never thought ...

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Soon all things will owe themselves to progress
and nature will neither wane nor wax
accosted by bulbs and cog-laden streams.
Children in god-awful Christmas jumpers
gather around the May-pole to watch
the leaves become what they’re deprived of.
We are...

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Be,

it's the eyes that draw me in
subtlety seductive
with a hint of fear
but freshly lit and duty free
 
there's no denying
a night time dream of deference
where drips of desire  
tumble down  
her dainty cheek
...

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