6th Fast

Lax'n 'neath whirly bot
Next door: they cut and pound.

We just ride ribs of oxygen,
                    tickering time.
                    Nearly a fortnight
                    in the room of painted draperies.

My mouth epoxied shut
                    stale brass upon tongue
                    on this day of missed flights
                                        over weight bags
                                        daughter stranded in Hyderabad.

                    With, a vague  dislocation
                                            frustration:
                                            dollars into minutes.