Wired and strained senses with eyes closed,
right before sleep on an airplane,
A POP or SLAM always comes,
louder than a .357.
feelings of being lost cover me
for two or three seconds,
frightening me terribly.
Endeavor not to sleep.
I encounter this abandonment
at the office.
It is electric.
My desk fan is the jet engine.
I awaken in hell.
#1 by Evelyn on February 10, 2011 - 7:36 pm
another good one.
I know this feeling precisely.
#2 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 9:15 pm
Thank you – I was hoping it was not one of my unique psycho qualities.
#3 by kolembo on February 11, 2011 - 9:22 pm
Hahahahaha! Fantastic! One of the best I’ve read this week! It’s a bookmark! Obviously I was away on duty because really, where did you come from?!
#4 by Carl on February 11, 2011 - 10:23 pm
Your generosity is incredible! I have had my times when I hide away but it is nice to be blogging again…