Fast Poem: #5 – The Greatest Hits of Germ Theory Performed by the Obedience Heights String Quartet

Sleep deprived.
Anxiety anticipating cross-continent fly time,
crowded as feedlot cattle,
every disease known to man,
and a few as yet unnamed
intentionally circulated
for the benefit
of people-tube
travelers.

Life interrupting travel interrupting life.

Mediocre Sunday elevator music
exiling silence;
thought invading.
Internal dialog debates
creative attributes
of commercial arrangements
positioned
as psychological crowd control.

Security double-check, shoes off,
no socks
no keys
no beep.

Terminal vendor,
terminal prices.
Water out-costs gasoline
on this side;
food prepared by who knows who
out-costs sanity
on this side.

Wedged
between cell phone
hemi-dialogs
yet infinity alone,
breathing deep,
count,
inhale,
count,
exhale;
count,
attempting to tame
stale air,
stiff with age
into poses of relaxation;
wishing and hoping
the coughing runny nose boy child
sits far, far from me
for the length of the
nonessential journey.

Yellow pad,
pen,
notes emerge,
whining complaint,
world weary
faux poetry,
dreary,
fed-up.

Wondering why.

People,
listen up,
I have
two words
to say:

Video Conference!

© 2008 Chrome Poet
Originally Posted September 1, 2008

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