A Note from the Coca-Cola Company

"We have a beverage

for every occasion on Earth
and even 30, 000 feet
above it." Coca-Cola,

a multinational corporation
based on syrup and water,
left me this note on a napkin,
on a gray plastic tray in an airplane

whose engines roared, whose
flight attendants fought
boredom and ritual whining.
Water turned ouit to be

the beverage for that occasion.

hans ostrom 2025

A "found poem," at least partially. © Now   

At the Airport

airplanes not flying
sniff gates sadly. they
are too big too enter


hans ostrom 2018

"I Wonder What Your Latitude Is Tonight," by Hans Ostrom

I'm going in another direction.
But I might see you when
the Earth turns around.

The blood on my hands
(not mine by the way)
turned into foaming rainbows.

I'm now riding through the "sky":
it is so mild. And I wonder what
your latitude is tonight.




hans ostrom 2014

"Radar Songs," by Hans Ostrom

Airline attendants walk among us,
angels of the Aisle. They draw
lines on air and attend to them.
They feed us nectar and encrypt

aluminum dreams. We're the departed,
scheduled to arrive at a gate
leading anywhere. Airline attendants
speak hypothetically of a

"water landing," which is more
of a problem than a seat-cushion
can solve. Fasten your seat-belts,
Believers, and fly fascinated!

Resort to destinations
and leave your baggage unclaimed. Let
it ride like an old symbol
around the dream-slow carousel,

which implies that all human activity
proves to be absurd eventually
if not sooner. That is why airline
attendants will dance

around the Control Tower
tonight (whisper: tonight!),
raising a chorus
of radar songs.

hans ostrom 2014