POETRY 101

on a long flight from houston to nyc, i was stuck (in first class - i love standby) next to a marketing rep with a taste for bloody marys. as she got wasted, i wrote this. the moral of the story? anyone can be your muse!

my airbags expand but

even they can't save me

light and airy

filled with the last breath

of exsistence

drawing in from every corner

of this predestined universe

long awaiting a spot of light

i've been here years

down off the dusty shelf take me

place me with the other wonders

pyramids and great walls

impossible extremities overcome

the stars will see me in

my spectacular finale

normality is the enemy

don't let it invade

give me a chance to be the one

who refuses to bloom