rain and hail
rain and hail
in fort lauderdale.

i'm in public transit
solid snow
after two hours of sleep
I awake to

mass migration southward
weeklong birds

I'm seated with the overweight
the enlisted servers in the back of the plane

transit is weird
and wasteful.
charlotte is a "hub"
so they've built for us the amenities of home
leather chairs
even a piano
(I should learn)

I imagine life in the airport is nicer than home
for some
a cheers bar where everybody's glad you came

they even have a body shop
I should buy something to celebrate.

each meal generates a littel red plastic trayful of grease waste
there are many choices to eat
but none are enlightened

I visit a city, a whole culture
somewhere exists outside this hermetically sealed 
port of air

seated on the plane with a girl from new jersey, going to marrimount
not too responsive
I get the best of myself
after some unresponsive dialog
it's the future!
talking about handsets and video monitors on the seat in front of you
I'm one of those psychotic passengers who talks too much.

just kidding.

and I lean down to get my computer,
her foot is tensed, raised upwards.

back to writing about the i ching.

arrival, stephanie is there, coincidence
at the rental car place
I see footage of a copy dragging a speeder woman from her car
uncalled for