Escape

He wears his heart on a leather belt
around his waist
Backwards
he sits.

He never stands with his back from the wall
Else his belted secret
heart
revealed.

His eyes are a thousand mirrors
reflecting his past
Three are shattered
He blinks.

He never stares at cracked reflections
in fear of shaking pieces loose
to never fit
again.

He possesses hands of paper cans
with his bittersweet brew
he hugs himself
drunk.

He never reaches out to grab, touch, hold
in fear his comic strip arms
will recycle into something
solemnly new.

He camoflauges his lost soul
in the shades of his company.
The color of others
he blends.

He's scared of shining bright
Offending eyes of those who glimpse
at him and squint
without smiling.

Reviews

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I'm not going to pretend to understand this but there's alot to like here. The images are curiouser and curiouser ;) and I LOVE the last 4 stanzas. For some reason, this puts me in mind of some of Grant Morrison's work, specifically the Strumpelpeter stuff from his early Doom Patrol run.

If that reference means anything at all to you then you're as much a geek as I am. Tangent Man by day, Capt. Obscure by night. It's a tough life