Tel Aviv- airborne

Oh, I can feel it in my teeth
Every pore
A combined bump of espresso, testosterone and crystal
Would be close
The end
This end
Even light and bullets couldn’t move fast enough
Everyone touchy
Reality setting in
A company of phallic compasses
Their home true North
No sleep, all sleep
Just one more stupid mission
With no air or ground support
I’d chat up an ancient lesbian nun with sad eyes
At this point
The fucking dimwits on this flight
Even make me laugh
At this point
I’m happy for my married friends
No touch of poor me
At this point
Perhaps I’ve gotten a clue…

Hand over the final boarding pass
I’m letting down my guard
Let the future bring what it may
Surprise me
I don’t care
I’m going home.