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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2076026
My escape from Alcatraz.

Consider me an Alcatraz con
bearded, barred from sunshine
(I wanna be free),
so I worship solitude
to spoon a brittle wall
this concrete block
which is my cell in back.
Yet it will not deter my plan
to leave this place by any means,
to coil like a desperate mole
and make my way through labyrinth
above the house where inmates sleep.
I’ll be true to you, dear readers,
I’ll let you in on every speck
of attitude and every subtle move
as I now take a giant step
when lights are out and guards pace far,
and I deceive with a dummy head
with hair from the barber shop.
With pluck I shake as nerves give way,
the cobwebs shock
the spiders crawl,
thin shafts of light
pierce spheres of dark
as I scrape through the damp and dank.
The tower guard shines a light
so I must wait.  Another wall to climb;
I shimmy down yet the bay is there;
that cold water, unforgiving.
The lights of San Francisco can be seen,
and in my mind I squeeze desires,
where to go, what to do
(gonna buy me a dog.)
I am scurrying adequate and free
as waves lap noisily upon the shore;
my makeshift raft of raincoats,
if it can hold
if I don’t drown,
last train to Clarksville
would suffice.


40 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
2-23-16
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Requirements:
--I wanna be free
--I’ll be true to you
--take a giant step
--gonna buy me a dog
--last train to Clarksville
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