Thursday, June 4, 2009

Haiku from a plane

Possibly over
Ireland. Night. Darkness, at least.
What time is it? Where?

Stewardess sleeping
In tent beside my seat. Shhh!
Tired German lady.

What is this 'leg room'?
I have heard lies from first class.
The rich can fidget.

Economy class
Chicken is not Mexican,
Is not Indian.

Was that dinner or
Possibly lunch? Anyway,
Lights out! Sleep, foul knaves!

Sleepless dozing drowse
In darkness- no wait! Lights on!
Guess what? Good morning!

Landing! We're landing!
Time to stretch before our next
Flight... which is cancelled.

Frankfurt boarding gate
Leather chairs marble tile and
No bathrooms. Joy.

Safe in Moscow now,
One flight between me and bed.
Is the floor moving?

4 comments:

  1. Linguibabblous
    Gobbets plop down from On High!
    Warning! Clear the Deck!

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  2. There she goes, into
    the wild blue yonder!
    Haiku from the sky!

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  3. I have no such profound responding statements, forgive me.

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  4. These are awesomeness
    We need to make barrier
    Between us and snakes.

    ReplyDelete

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