Travel of Questions

still sleepy, reluctant/ but already we're rising above the city/ easy still to make out the blockades below/ trouble in the streets down there/ next to us a man reads Leviticus aloud/ headline: prominent Chelsea backer is no more/ gate number announced sans flight details/ red wine or white? asks the lady with a sincerely insincere smile that works.

Not Me

that wasn't me carrying around town a big old bag of spark plugs to give more fire to

engines that aren't even mine, that I'll never hear or see... that wasn't me