This was originally penned for the now-canceled anthology. Sharing it here.
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The Prisoner
Escape. Run.
Burst through thorny thicket
dogs howling on heels
chasing sins committed years ago
push me to
this dowager-owned, half-lit roaming hulk
scraping coins from bottom dwellers' pockets.
Exhausted fairground organ noises sighing
in wet August air;
chipped, porcelain show horses
plod in meaningless circles
while cherubs with half smiles
teeth, cotton candy sewn, wander as
bloated barkers bombast echoes.
For darkened tent favors cashed in twisted lust
aroma of animal shit smothers my sense and pride
an aftermath of disgust, for a ticket to ride
a fake moustache
some foundation
a wig
the irony of colored stripes
and time
to continue
running from sins
from years ago
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The Prisoner
Escape. Run.
Burst through thorny thicket
dogs howling on heels
chasing sins committed years ago
push me to
this dowager-owned, half-lit roaming hulk
scraping coins from bottom dwellers' pockets.
Exhausted fairground organ noises sighing
in wet August air;
chipped, porcelain show horses
plod in meaningless circles
while cherubs with half smiles
teeth, cotton candy sewn, wander as
bloated barkers bombast echoes.
For darkened tent favors cashed in twisted lust
aroma of animal shit smothers my sense and pride
an aftermath of disgust, for a ticket to ride
a fake moustache
some foundation
a wig
the irony of colored stripes
and time
to continue
running from sins
from years ago
