Thursday, April 19, 2012

An Accidental Poem


Shift


The man at the airport told me
we are running out of spectrum.
Smart phones will idle

on night stands while we
in the interregnum of departures
and new arrivals

talk of how
China steals our secrets, the pros
and cons of kissing foreign girls on

holiday, the going rate for
soft shell crab if it cuts
like steak two seconds after

red turns a less virile pink
sticking to the deep fried bits
and leaving what we cannot eat

for the woman in the shapeless smock
come to put up chairs and clean so
none of our choices remain to be seen.

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