Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Friday, April 3, 2015

Germanwings Flight 9525

Tinker Bell wafts up from stage right
and touches Snow White’s Castle with
her wand that sends a cascade of stars
curtaining down like dying  fireworks. 

Andreas Lubitz sets his plane to land
in the Alps which is an impossibility.
As in sex there is no talk, only the slow
measured deep breathing of the
co-pilot on the cockpit voice recorder.

There is a finely basted hem that sews
reality and fantasy into a garment
as sheer as the Emperor’s new
clothes.  A child by the side of the road
cries, “ Look he has no clothes!”

But those of us who have struggled with
depression all our lives know better.
There are no clothes ever . . . which is why,
as Jiminy Cricket says, we lock ourselves in.

FG  4/3/2015

I have no idea why someone would try to land a plane in the Alps – which is an impossibility – but I don’t think it has anything to do with vengeance.  Jiminy Cricket was Pinocchio’s conscience.