Tumbleweed Words›Fiction & Poetry
Poetry · In Transit

Red Eye

Written on a plane, flying back to Europe. One of three nomadic poems.

David — Tumbleweed Words

Nomadic travel
Tumbleweed Words — Poetry
on a plane, on a plane rising the hostess refuses to smile; they won’t sell me drink for the whole flight back to Europe
dear neutered body say hello to a hail mary state of mind. a sedate window view of an out of reach dreamer, pour into me. it is now the hour to say goodbye.
we were always falling like stars between clouds that formed a final breath. the other knew the other too well.
how you can be volatile and not know. I shape a heart from a headphone lead toast a cup of warm water to no one to anyone who feels this particular.
the final act of a born run away moving through the world at good speed.

Part of Three Nomadic Poems →  ·  originally published on Tumbleweed Words

One piece of flash fiction or poetry.
Free, every week.

Written on the road and sent directly to your inbox. No ads, no noise. Just the work.

Free · Weekly · No spam · Unsubscribe any time

More fiction & poetry →