Tired & Inspired

There is something to be said
about being just slightly hungover
at the airport, getting on a flight.
Just slightly.

I threw up on a Chinaman's shoes
in the Dallas airport a few years ago
and I have jerked off on a flight or two,
aisle always.

My thoughts take flight
on terrible things,
up to the height of my fears;
I see it all up here.

That's when I judge the crowd,
because it is not my destiny
to die with these people,
especially these people.

I am available
at Wal-Mart today,
and when the runways talk
they speak my name.