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The mirage of escape
The mirage of escape (edit 1)
His green eyes, turned permanently
west, miss endearments; occupied,
as they are, with screams - as if
hours are shoved through mind’s eye.
Gentle hand reaches up to touch
the small of his back, cannot match
the heat emanating from sweat
slithering down his spine, serpentine
as his mother’s cajoling words.
Failure rustles in the distance;
cat tails brush the concrete waiting
for the careful sparrow to land
and lose itself in scattered seed;
not see the shadow as talons
descend, rend feather into feast.
His garden gasps: it lives out west
where rain falls hard as a fist
and only for three days a year,
the rest is Satan’s shining dance
between the lure and the flame.
He has not seen home for more years
than scarred hands can hold; his children
already pack their few belongings,
impatient to escape into the west.
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The mirage of escape
His green eyes are turned permanently
to the West, miss endearments; occupied,
as they are, with screams - as if the hours
are being shoved through the eye of his mind.
The gentle hand that reaches up to touch
the small of his back cannot match the heat
emanating from the sweat that glides
down his spine, serpentine as mother’s words.
Failure rustles in the distance; cat tails
upon concrete waiting for the sparrow
to land and lose itself in scattered seed;
not see the shadow as claws descend.
His garden gasps: it lives out west also
where rain falls hard as a fist and only
for three days a year, the rest is satan’s
shining dance between the lure and the flame.
He has not seen his home for more years
than scarred hands can hold; his three children
are already packing their few belongings,
to journey as far into the west as they can.
Last edited by dannyboy : 02-22-2008 at 09:27 PM.
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