Non-Erotic Poetrytravel i must have planed
since i deplaned
it's as plain as that the day
went by too fast and deprived
me of my standard dose
of california tan
thus i had to plane again
a stranger follows me
through the airports and on the planes
glances at me
from the flat glass plates
which stick to the scattered walls
when i reach my place of birth
the face in the mirror'll be mine
wh ©
1990 nov-dec
2005 jan
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