thoughts inside the boston airport

we got 7 inches yesterday
dust
one-hour intentions
and stacks of people praying
to god
maybe.
left-handed gestures
25 cents lost
pouting lips spit ice back into its cup.
lesbians
an old man an his apple
grease stains seeping through
fingers
now stomach
i think its going to happen
promise a call-back
mile-high expectations
and a humming growl to put me to sleep
(hopefully)

one-syllable pops
of whats going on
1892?
put in a dollar
and laugh like a xylophone
xy.lo.phone.
straight back
like a flame
watch
breaking bags
swallowing hisses
and spurts
eat now
eat now
so i can get rid of it
see you on the other side.