Escape

Escape

A Poem by Mpotavin

I grab cold fries
from the bottom of my bag.
My desk stares at the corner
in salty memories,
reposing to the creak and rattle
of the heater above
while the ocean
still kisses my lips.

© 2008 Mpotavin


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is it that moment waiting to write before the words come?
beauty in brevity and travel in quickness.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on February 10, 2008

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Mpotavin
Mpotavin

Phoenix, AZ



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I have stood before cameras and stage. Smiled or just screamed in rage. I have feasted and gorged, fasted and purged my soul balanced between darkness and light. I have held a man as he died, whispere.. more..

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