Tim Armentrout: Re Entry

Spring '07 TOC

The air spewing from my overhead vent
          is a mixture of cheap bourbon
     and bananas

The snoring idiot beside me
          has ceased his garbled song,
the weeping infant

Official announcement:
    “We have begun our final descent.”

The smell has passed
                but not the irony

Teetering between smog and cloud
    closing in on what once
were thick, southern forests
         now bludgeoned patterns
of land, scathed by warehouse rooftops

   Ruminating on what will one day be read
from hieroglyphic city structures
   when we adjourn
to post-death dreams

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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