Airport Calls & Controls
More coffee was spilled over the traditional levant food counterterrorism, sorry again auto correction took over the key board, games of war and your destiny to fuck in the lounge toilet nobody can afford.
Freestyle cursing some elbowing some illegal electronic cigarettes and tiktok voices screaming or laughing wasn’t clear in Chinese or Burmese while borders are on fire, a domestic bird chirps for like button clicks.
Sorry not sorry.
Love you don’t love you.
A monk vomits at the corner of the seating low area before the countdowns for a departure to lose oneself in the game called caffeine.
A glamour Gucci hat worn out human passed by with a grin of I told you bitches to book business.
A kiddo was playing slow motion licking icecream and was observing boots clashing haphazardly on the cat walk to arrivals.
The devil is here, some radiophonic voice burst from the airport sounding system.
And everyone started shooting expired candies plastic roses and other lethal ammunition.
Mind your own anger, some angel exclaimed and ran a marathon to the furthest beach in the state, where enemies are wild shells and cactus flowers.
What a life, some turtle rolled on his back, waving for help.
Turn me over dead people.
And everyone rushing to their gates of hell just couldn’t notice the beauty of another chance to change the course of the day.
