Fugitives

Fugitives

A Poem by JediMobius

a train station
with a nation overlooking the cliff
we’re on the drift
with dull senses, sharp mind

hand your ticket
to the picket line protestor in charge
we’re still at large
with short tempers, long knife

trouble brews
as the clues bring the puzzle together
we’re keepin clever
open vision, closed eyes

tuck and roll
in control as we thicken the plot
we’re never caught
with curved angles, straight lines

and we run

© 2012 JediMobius


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JediMobius
JediMobius

Grand Rapids, MI



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