How to Escape From Being Tied To A Tree
It always ends with
Ha! Winey, get clos
er next time. That was
Like hide and seek in the light.
Always teaching her how
to win--ever since I met her.
Link on nintendo when she came home.
She let me down like xanax:
On Halloween as Bob Dylan.
Even when it was too tight,
Like Molloy, I'd say, I'm Fine.
It's yelling someone else's
Name while meaning another.
From the middle of the street-
The liberty of escaping-
With the bags of victory
On my arms, I miss the challenge--
The jumping off a cliff.
Writing exercise--Emmulation: Billy Collins.
You are the sister's ruler
Straightening the backs
Of children to form a
Good line.
You are the jazz under
Water marinating a warm
Calm, quiet.
You were the winter sunlight
That eventually backed down
With shade.
You are not, however, the juicy
Curried lamb the shepard eats after
A long day's work.
You are not the cortizone to
Calm the itch
Or the lotion to soothe
The rash.
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