On The Way to the Airport. A Memory.

On The Way to the Airport. A Memory.

On the way to the airport in your golden metal-ican car
I gibbered incessant
Sunshine California
Slicing haphazard shafts of madness
Through each window ...your yellow striped shirt
Reflecting van Gogh’s room in your dark Ray-Ban
Glasses of Attitude...

Crazed by your detachment I gushed on
My tongue moving in my idiot headless chicken brain
Flapping the wings of Leda in emotional despair
Knowing my babbling brook of jabberwocky
Was only adding to your distain...

I could not stop.

You were driving me to Lax. in the heat of day
I cramped beside you packed to leave knew
Soon you would be rid of me...I knew it...
I knew it......Our ‘ love ‘
Had never been more than one of those artificial fires
With fake glow coal that plugs in and then...
.....plugs out again.

That taste of
A sham Love Syrup that kills without trace.

At the airport ...I handed in bags and heart .
When I eventually found you..
You were wrapped up in your own pancakes.
You’d decided to sup our ‘Last Supper’
Alone .....

.....and waved goodbye before the triple-glaze glass-door was even closed
Strode off whistling a happy tune
I walked towards my guillotine with such an inner gloom
I felt the best thing would be to hear my neck bone snap.

That passage of time with my solitary self
Was winter in Moscow.

You broke my heart but you did not still my song.

Kristine Byrne 27th June..2013