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