Aren't seats for people? Please stow your stuff,
days fly unnoticed, “next stops” – too many,
confine the temper, this ride is rough,
these bumps and pit holes – a pretty penny.
The curves are sharper, on edges – spleen
and world’s eclipses as blinking glitches.
My tank’s half-emptied of gasoline,
my heart is rich on beats and stitches.
Last stop is Freedom – illusions fade,
derived conclusions… and peace is coming.
So much for “loosing” and less for “wait”
on final chapter “God’s Guide for Dummies”.
December 24, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko