Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
Long layover, Part 3: Out of control
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Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?
We all crave power,
connection. Squat shamelessly
for that next tech fix.
Boingo charged me eight
bucks for all-day internet.
Sucker born right here.
Quit, burned bridges, then
asked for job back…in a text.
Guy’s got major balls.
Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.
Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.
Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.