escape

escape

 

minus my approval,

my mind lams spaceward

like an unruly child
through a midnight

traffic jam,

 

neon and porcelain

omens
steer the derelict sojourner

toward a redisigned

purpose,

concrete fractures;

allowing the liquid dream

to slither through.

 

as I finally tickle apogee,

I wonder what atrocities

have befallen the highstrung

cadaver I left lying, numb

in your hungry bed.

 

the stars explain

that this is the final trek;

I’ll never rejoin

with fleshy bedlam.

 

you’ll never understand;

I hardly existed

inside of your constrictive

embrace.

Reviews

[Kat Collins]

There's such a sad bitterness...and wistfulness...our minds never follow the straight and narrow. Part of me things it's a good thing...

I love how the structure and rhythm builds. It starts abrupt, small and expands only to slightly contract again. The constrictive embrace that only stretches so far and then snaps us back 'into place.'

[jennifer little]

great poem thanks for sharing this with me

[T. Michele Smock]

IT IS NICE

[Ayanda Mteto]

I love the it flows, with the emotions as it goes-escaping :-)

[Mark D]

Sublime poem... thoroughly enjoyed and very much in the style which I enjoy. Thanks to Starbucks for suggesting I read it!

Last stanza is perfect

[AK]

Wow! It's great. I loved the style in which it's written!

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Ah this is tight, I think I understand when you say less is more. You are killing me with these goodbye, almost-goodbye poems.

[roarke]

this has got some grip
high-strung cadavers
fleshy bedlam
lams spaceward.....

btw........ there is no escape.... that's how they get cha.

but you fight back like a warrior.
Ya definitely got my approval.

[Robin]

Boom ! a poetic firework of psychological illumination