Modes of Transportation

I think it was Carlos Diaz in "The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" who said that the best way to get over pain was to transform it into literature. I'm thinking now that the literature has to be good to validate this claim. Anyway, Langston Hughes also said that he only wrote when he was really pissed off or upset and I find that it's difficult to write without these motivations. I mean, who really wrote a good testimony* when they weren't completely anxious anyway?

remember when
the airplane skirted the coast

to ask me my name?
it asked me my secrets

i answered and it fluttered away
along with my luggage

the next day it swam loops
but only when it slipped on a wave

i reached out my hand
as it flew from my touch

on stolen words to the only place it knew
to put to float in between bedrock of

unanswered phone calls along with
other types of uncertainty

to where roses are only red

and while seeking for sunrises over sunsets on a tilt
behind the footsteps that were never there to lose

the moon spoke to me gentle words

to forsake second chances along with
other types of hallelujahs

for how ugly hell must try
to upset meeting halfway

in a slow dance with the curtains on fire
as we smile the words we mean to say

watching your eyes close before mine
i have already lost you halfway

to where violets are only blue

whispering that this is not our flight
and that its okay to consider

the bus


*Excuse the inside reference. Speaking of which, some Korean dude asked me which church I grew up in and when I answered, he seemed extremely concerned. This, for some reason, makes me laugh.