9 / something
The cabin depressurizes fast,
Your case is denied

We should have shot down
those damn planes

We should have filled out
the applications
by the deadline

Now it's all a media blur,
another funky reason
to write dementia off,
and a stone-cold dinner

Whose fault is it
that Your Judgement Day
is our fair hearing,
and Your white agony
is our yellow stickies?

Desire indifference
it’s Yours

(for Stan Gemmell, from "Poem for Poem Project")