enough ...
is there ever reason
to treason one's self ?
love and power
are the flowers
of the revolution
and how they sometimes seem
to be on hold, what number please
can you ease the seat back
and throttle me, destiny
am I free to be or is that look
one of instruction without words again
I only memorized the scenes
to vantage my lens
the poems are fed these images
while burning the emotional candy
of living as close to hand to mouth
as I can without leaving my bones behind
as I dare find what's wrong with being
in a world without a woman
in charge of Heaven
heave the haven
and cue the music ...
it's that movie at the end
where we all become
Lot's wife again (reprise)
EJR ©
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