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”.

24 December 2007