Escape

A poem for Luke.

 

 

“I would never try it,” you say

sweeping a hand across your sweaty forehead.

A cigarette dangles from the tips

of your yellowed fingers as a stream of smoke

drifts towards the dry Austin sun.

You’re hot and bothered,

anxious to step out from the blinding spotlights

that surround this godforsaken city--

the unbending bars of your own personal prison.

I watch the blue sky tremble and shake

under the weight of your battered conscience  

as the air screams surrenders

to the staggering Texas heat.

And I believe you.

Author's Note

Inspired by Ted Kooser-type stuff.

Reviews

[Gone]

Nice write Lauren. Great scene painting. :-)

[~Death Is The Key~]

this is a very intense and interesting poem. I like it! good job!

[Travis Lawrence]

This is really good Lauren, you use your adjectives well! I particularly like "yellowed fingers"

Seriously though, awesome work, I didn't start writing poetry this well until I was 20 or so.