Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Quayside (Blogophilia 14.5)


Quayside bar in no man’s land
Full moon over the bay
Halfway to wormtown
I stop.

No option
No other way
Backing away from the precipice
As if she doesn’t exist.

What I had to do
To live with myself
Exchange my literal prison
To one of my own making.

Waiter,
Check please. 

7 comments:

  1. Warmtown? yes prison is mostly of our own making

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    1. Wormtown. The crunch guy at the bottom of the tequila bottle.

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  2. Wow. Loving this walk on the dark side. I love the metaphors & imagery here. Stark but so compelling!!

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  3. Very metaphoric. Nicely crafted.

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  4. a prison of ur own making is it better than one made for u??hmmm i ponder not.

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  5. swapping one prison for another...
    out of the frying pan into the fire I fear...

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