Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The October Revolution

On the opposite side of the globe there is an abandoned volvo made of mirrors
Where the same plants grow and same questions,  unanswered  burn in the black mind,  as chant

How many times have I been caged   for my beauty   rages  in stray  lines   a sip of hops  just in time

How many times  have I escaped      what kind of fugitive   did it  did   it   didn't   run    tumble grow cumbersome  hum   slave    hum   something   I can call     my favorite    when no one's looking