dfw layover ikaro

(May 2023. Flying to Arizona for an aya ceremony. I’d been doing the special diet for over a week, no salt, no sugar, basic natural veggies and such. I was already, in a sense, in ceremony. It was pretty funny navigating the Dallas-Fort Worth airport layover in this context. I was approaching a real coming-of-age moment, a big turning point in the plot, and I knew it. It felt like the season finale. Try rearranging the letters.)

dfw layover ikaro

walking sleepless with a heavy burden
through the airport of endless exhaust
magnificent monstrosity dallas-fort worth
which has nothing and everything to do
with david foster wallace and suicide
yet i am sustained by pure beat peace
my mitochondria the slow hum of stars
listening close to icaros under conch shell
headphones and the joy of a mission
hidden behind my mask the only one

i’ve carried my last meal a long time
to the shallow bathroom sink tepid water
to wash my four orange carrots rubbing
their rootskin close said wash before use
placing the four clean carrots back
in the plastic bag with the unwashed
swiss chard two feet long dark green and
bright red vein peacock feathers of health
which i try to wash in the too small sink
without touching the yucky sink surface
and then i walk through airport to gate
chomping on massive swiss chard staff
so colorfully natural and absurd it pops
outta simulacrum reality to my amusement
and others’ stares cause giggles at myself

one tasty carrot & one bitter chard down
(committing to each bitter bite of full leaf
not as easy as commitment to the bit)
and now we must prepare for takeoff
runway prisoners emerge sudden upwards
the opposite of the vertigo of ontology

the vertigo of possibility

rising off previous paths a new lifted plane

the soundtrack of the kairos is the music

of the letters rearranged