A Wisp of Smoke
I am an escape artist
the best in my field
I never hang about
with brouhaha or ado
presenting long-winded
monologues to explain,
gesticulating wildly
or a self-convincing
soliloquy
when I'm gone, I'm gone.
Usually
the trigger is
an awkward feeling
that seeps into my soul
seeping and twisting
into the wires of my brain
nudging and prodding
get your ass in gear
you are not wanted here
and, before anyone notices
I'm clear as the tail end of smoke
a wisp of smoke
I am an escape artist
the very best in my field.
Copyright © Denise Morgan | Year Posted 2015
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