Caulked Layover

I find myself distracted this afternoon

As if my mind is living in evening

Scurrying towards the promise of the morning

With head down for blind-folded morrows

The present is escaping into plumbing mazes

Likes a snake in the pipes wandering

For an onlooker to see the potential poison in jowls

Pounce and decapitate an elongated string

Eventful and Lucy in the sky swirling

View obstructed by the machinery of actions

I should be completing, but feel little calling

New Orleans is out there panting

Like a cat in the heat of Bastille Day

Lugging swollen fur and an obtunded strut

Curling a spine reaching anus to the moon

Ears to the pavement with eyes sealed 

I want to howl and cry like Ray Charles

For someone to tell the truth

Feckless and hungry for a real conversation

With a beautiful figure who balances the fulcrum

The mundane is caulked in the crevices

So even the cockroaches cannot flip upside down and slip through

The fuse is lit in the room and the carbon monoxide is fuming

Silently to cart the whole building away like the pied piper

The notions of directions have pointed me singularly to her

By stripping every other option as if my words asking God to make it clear

Were heard, so in I am attempting to pay attention

In wait for the effort, the energy of a being wanting the balance

The monotony of airport concourses watching arrival and departure digits

Wraps the faces into mummies and triage patients

Metal tubs spilling bodies into vestibules like a wheel barrow rising

Handles balanced on a single wheel

The limbs and torsos tumble akimbo

And the rotating luggage carousel has another passenger and I

Grabbing for the same bag

Hoping each offers permission to smile, hail a cab, and travel