February 8th, 2007

Miss Smoking

The Cave (find the muse in the poem, you get gold stars.)

Parable of the Republic (critiques welcome)

Cold chains encompass me in the frigid darkness
attached to keep me staring forward —
vision acutely nocturnal, leery of light,
each movement from beyond but a shadow.

Aimlessly wandering the catacombs of my mind
looking for something not so easily found;
lost among the knick-knacks is my
enfranchisement: my bleary-eyed glimpse of sunlight.
Galleries of flash-taken photos
organized along the path, an exhibition of freedom
regained by questioning the darkness
yet still fondly remembering it.


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