another sleepless night shrinks
sifting through my unsettled eyes,
sand through an hourglass
between muted airport announcements,
all protocol forgotten,
rhetoric croaking along,
this cacophony of loudspeaker voices
leaking miserably from dumb robotic throats,
where once euphonious operatic sopranos sang La Boheme
yesterday’s possibilities now fossilized
faded into smog, unrecognizable,
and EURO vibrancy now stoops dazed, punchdrunk,
backhanded and slapped with
social media revisionist deceit
here, feigned good will and misplaced best intentions remain.
oh time and love: please scurry on down
soothe these Italia tendaberry blues!
6/24/18