Daydream delusion

Daydream delusion
limousine eyelash

Sunday 3 May 2015

Études for Nepal.

“Billions of blue blistering barnacles!”
said Captain Haddock from the rubbles of a house
in Kathmandu, where lived a family of four.
All faithful readers of the adventures of Tintin.

Their neighbors had a grandfather clock,
made of pure walnut, a John Ellicott knock-off;
its hourly chimes lulled children to sleep at night.
Now it sleeps with the remains of the children in the dust.

The airport was a happy place last week,
today, it’s filled with doctors and people wearing masks.
The baggage claim line seems never-ending.

Addresses, one meshed with another, lay outside.
Like a pyramid lacking geometry.

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