Airplane Poem (written with Mark)

making a buck on passenger safety info
and the sleep keeps growing
and defining the pre-conditioned responses
this not talking was taking up space
the shame of dancing around the maypole
--a code for precise description in compound sentences
no more pseudo-witch intercom cackle
as fast as, as green as
lounging in the sun below a dot-com high rise
we wonder about new found fear like new
you looked, you looked, I saw you look