Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Lacking Dignity

I'm sitting on a flight to Winnipeg,
Alone with thoughts befitting nobody.
Ill-humoured, shaking, full of contumely
And breakfast — underspiced microwaved egg,
A corn tortilla — I can feel my leg
Cramping, just like they warned, when they warned me
Not to fly coach: "It's lacking dignity,"
They smiled. "We will advise, but we won't beg."

Oh, sure, I must have just imagined that,
Imagination surely run amok,
An outbound freight train or a monster truck
Of crazy thinking underneath my hat —
But wait! I have no hat! I watched, and sat,
And waited, but I didn't have good luck.

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