Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Dorei


U-turn,
your form,
twists the shapes
of my rope.

Black and red
made of lead,
your legs
will feel the pain.

Breathe,
get loose.
Then sigh
before the noose.

Finished on 08-20-2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Emancipation


A little pink thing
being seeing
with blind eyes,
wraped up in
plastic glass.

Big nose pokes
chokes the envelope.
Screaming throat
checking out
what’s before.

Break free
of your vinyl cage,
your concrete chains
your soul on a page.
Find release,
tumble away;
don’t look back;
you’ll turn to clay.

Finished on 07-24-2002