SOLITARY CONFINEMENT
As the door swings from both sides
And the windows unvariably vibrate
exercising, my right to be alone
I furiously type, my muscles ache
Coming in last would be a mistake
exercising my write, “to be alone”
Finding a clock in this place called home
Hiding it in my secret wardrobe closet
exercising my right to be alone
Taking slow sips of coffee, t.v. drama,
A solitary epitome of garden song
exercising the writ of execution
to be alone
sounds like a plea of insanity
i won’t wait for your answer
shh...
7/2/2017
Shiny Magic
Down at witchy fool's gold pond she gazes blindly
into the flexion of a bended truth’s confection
Fixed on her image which she deems so kindly
presenting what her want’s and need’s protection
suggest seductively with brainwashed features
‘Narcissus’ disguised and twisted shiny alchemy’
she slips therefore joins the wrongful teacher
her mind subdued but not defeated for to see
perception’s desired meaning finds another pond
to reflect and delude what surely yields solution
holds her together keeps her survive and correspond
to fragile Self abandoning any wit and writ of execution
11th November
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