Airport Poems

I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
...

The last leaves fell like notes from a piano
and left their ovals echoing in the ear;
with gawky music stands, the winter forest
looks like an empty orchestra, its lines
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They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
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When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
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In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meaty little hand and
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Dire one and desired one,
Savior, sentencer--

In an old allegory you would carry
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As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm 
about President Buhari's second term bid;  
an ever-increasing multitude of potential 
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
...

And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
lying policemen
and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the
Naked,
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no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
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I Think Of You
(short words but thoroughly honest)

when I see dry leaves
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This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
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I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
...

I have heard that and I forgot to tell
Second day of Easter Holiday is a hell:
They told me through the phone:
Huge queues at Manchester Airport,
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Arctic smiles
Atlantic smiles
Pacific smiles
Himalaya sounds hurray!
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People in a hall that’s lit so brightly
It hurts
Spoke of religion
In the lives of contemporary people
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Notice how he has numbered the blue veins
in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles.
Now he goes left. Now he goes right.
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He cradles it
palm to palm

like a newborn.
...

Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN.
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The smoke curls
& coils

itself into
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In the airport bar, I tell my mother not to worry.
No one ever tripped and fell into the San Andreas
Fault. But as she dabs at her dry eyes, I remember
those old movies where the earth does open.
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Masters Of All Things?

Day two
and I am trying to remember what went on on day one
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year date: July 2016
continent location: North America
country location: mainland USA
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unlike European NATO culture countries
if they are 44 killed Istanbul bomb victims
or 340 killed Karrada Bagdad bomb victims
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A city belonging to the most outstanding loveliness White Nile state of Sudan, located around 380 meters away of swinging of light through eyes is full of peace and calm mingle, like a moment all thought dies.

It is located in the opposite direction of the state capital on the bank of Gorgeous the River White Nile and these cities are linked by a bridge; no waist to place my arms around, no lips for me to rub; No hair to lose my fingers in, nor ear to whisper sweet words of love and belle.
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Dropping bombs

During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
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The perception

I was two years old sat in the bomb shelter in the basement of an old school
when I became aware of myself.
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I love Luton Airport,
It's a great place to go,
It's a great place to visit,
(People do that you know) ,
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The woman in the airport cafe
is doing nothing special;
she is saving the world.
The woman is nothing special;
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Arrival!
Rules to follow;
Round the Airport! !
Understanding secutity measures;
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