Halloween at the Oakland International Airport

I.

We've got to step outside ourselves

in order to be ourselves

Since we cannot rely on anyone

other than ourselves

to save ourselves

II.

Libido burrito

Flat long and wide

Like the Oakland airport

Chrome accents and high heels

Extra large oddly proportioned breasts

We're all in costumes anyway everyday

III.

Living in my own customized world

Insulated from real contact

with glasses, hats and socks

Personal electronics help the tweak

IV.

Ground zeros still exist

soundtracks of personal "Live Events"

of smokes, clones and flesh

Living on parallel planes

Automatically rotating human scenery

V.

Scoring quite low on

the evaluative scale

from one to infinity

Memories of the day

taste of human skin --

The white girls

Definitely the white girls

VI.

I am convinced sometimes

That my life is nearing its end

Short, squat and useless

Bored and afraid of the freaks

who possess all the real power

And who force the wealthy meek

to react with little or no love

VII.

Costume or not

Angles are all right (toward perfect)

I think I love you

Because love is one standard deviation from lust

And since that's our only real duty

or is it my sanity that's in question?

VIII.

Simple truths

and purity