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. 

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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