This director, this
Buff departed upon the arrival of little old Edward
My dubiousness was here already
The grey velvet ribbed streaks
The floral shirt tail used to wipe clean a table
It is to be expected here
Amongst the purveyors of peanuts
Palm tops and flaky scalps
The cold independents and the dropsters of litter
Former lovers
Media friendly blondes...a decent airport
Terminal catch for sad photographers
A wretched howling bounces off the and/or walls
While secretly we wonder who possesses such freedom
We sit motionless and conclude the community
Must be here